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All Along, the hang man grinned
I was born in the wake of a cold cold moon
awaiting my arrival, the cold bitter wind
with hands to cushion my fatal fall
and all along, the hang man grinned
That sinister smile of a grim grim fate
with every year the rope crawled near
I strolled along the world of sin
Through grief, I never shed a tear
My heart grew cold, bitter and torn
But regret I never achieved
My eyes wide open since the day I was born
The devil nestled on my sleeve
This six-gun resting in my hand
and covetous greed in my eyes
My whole life awaiting the fateful day
That I was sentenced to die
Yes, I shot him in cold blood
I shot him down without shame
and the only thing I'll long regret
was that I never knew his name
So now I stand tall before the MAN
Hung high for this low-down sin
My mother wept and the jury bowed
and all along, the hang man grinned
