He lies awake with his eyes closed As he thinks of eternity The last meal served on silver plates Left a taste of cold steel His memories haunt him Though what's past is so far away He's drowning in fear of death But does anyone give a damned First light of the morning Will witness his fall At the end of a rope he'll hang Feeding the crows As he walks to the gallows pole The priest reads his last rites Twelve feet to the ground Then there's just six more to god First light of the morning Will witness his fall At the end of a rope he'll hang Feeding the crows From the end of the gallow To the land of the dead He has joined with the hallowed In the land of the dead From the end of the gallow To the land of the dead He has joined with the hallowed In the land of the dead From the end of the gallow To the land of the dead He has joined with the hallowed In the land of the dead