Executioner - Uncle Slam

He was a beaten child

Planning all his life to fill his one desire

So hurt he prayed to die

Feeling hurt and battered but afraid to cry

Fear the executioner

His blood runs cold

Vigilante on the streets

Feeding on the city heat

In life revenge is sweet

That’s the law he lived by it was his greatest need

He had to burn the cross

And sum up all his evils giving life to his cause

On the prowl

His vengeance increased with every breath

Seeking them out

His gun is the judge the sentence death

He died a violent death

The kids out on the street just did away with his head

The rest was burnt to a crisp

The gruesome executioner was a fitting end

They killed the executioner

His blood ran red

Now every night they walk in fear

And every night they fear the dead