O how the hanged man must feel to be at last at peace, To hang there in eternal suspension, Until someone gives a dam to get him down.
To be a sign to all, To fear the hanger, To feed the vultures that have picked at you all a long.
And what about the moment the rope constricted the life out of him, Squeezing like one would to a sponge, But instead pain and gore, not bubbles and suds.
Did he die smiling? That is what matters. So he won't be a menacing image but a friendly reminder.
Obey your government or you'll pay the price, Defy them, And they'll ruin your life.
They have a rope for us all! Our lives planned out from the draw! A death from a blissful rope.