Let the dead dance on my grave
and let me join them

For I know which way the wind blows
and all I can do is pray

I'm nothing short of illuminated
in the light from the gallows

Should I hang this day or another
is of no matter worth considering

I've made my bed, slept,
and now I wake broken

My back is bowed, my hands bloodied,
this is the life I've made

I shant take it back for aught
and nothing you do can make me