Racer X - The Executioner's Song Lyrics
Reads a note lying on his deskBut the words already smear the morning pressTell him that he's got a job to doA lethal dose that he'll be giving youShould have run when you heard the screamsNow it's all one big bad dreamHang your heard sadly, dose his job gladlySing out, here comes the preacherAnd a tune to greet yaThe executioner's songGotta judgment seat awaitin' hereLife is flashin' cold and crystal clearMetal halo custom made for youA bolt a power to your makerYou'll be pushed on throughA sweet and sickly distant melodyThere ain't a whole lot of time to beGoing down badly, slowly and medlySing out, here comes the preacherAnd a tune to greet yaThe executioner's songCry out, your maker gonna meet yaHe'll be there to seat yaThe executioner's song rolls onA sweet and sickly distant melodyThere ain't a whole lot of time to beDead man walk sadlyBoldly and madlyYour time has comeYour shadow runs into anotherDark silhouettedFeels no regret, yeahSing out here comes the preacherAnd a tune to greet yaThe executioner's songCry out your make gonna greet yaHe'll be their to seat yaThe executioner's song rolls on
