Daily Death - The Prosecution

I don’t care 'bout your crime

'cause it’s your fault and not mine

I’m just the hangman — it’s my job

you’re just the lamb and you are fucked

I’ll fix you on the stretcher

no one will do it better

bring you to your death

'till you breath your last breath

in school they told me things 'bout morals and glory

and also that I should never question their authority

poisoning and killing is the stuff of my life

earning money for the kids and trappings for my wife

I don’t brood over it

'cause it’s my job and I won’t quit

just like a puppet — wound up to run

your life is gone — take care my son

one last shot — without delay:

«goodbye and have a nice day»

one last shot — without delay