Hangman

The time is running out real fast for me I’m on death row and there’s no mercy I was on the run they hounded me out Found me guilty without a trace of doubt. I’ve been living since in a six by eight cell Counting my time for the journey to the hell Confined alone a caged beast than human Not allowed to meet and talk to loved ones. ‘Let the end come early’ that’s what I pray But hangmen are scarce the reason for delay Before me a queue of men waiting for the rope Their mercy pleas rejected and so without a hope. They can’t find a hangman, it’s what they say Nobody is willing to kill for just a little pay But that’s what I did, I killed for little gain So I can be a hangman, if I’m ever born again.