I'm almost there. I'm almost there

but not quite

Travelling through the bayou
feel the eeriness at sunset
My senses on high alert so I say
Hello Who's there Nothing

Like a whistle in the
wind as I move on forward
I hear the leaves rustling leaves rustling

In a state of grace words
I shouldn't have said are all forgiven

All the days of bad forgotten

But still, to me, revenge
is a dish best served cold
Like ice cold with an ice
pick and a blindfold

I'm going, going, gone

I said I'm going, going gone

Time to meet your maker
Time to meet your maker
I'm prowling, growling, howling

Hangman

A bullet a piece for the two of you

Hey

For you

Low deep nasty

You chopping me down like the Amazon

No getting past me

Two feet in the air

You wouldn't last a marathon
Racing with the panther
The maximum price ah
Curator of the faith ah
I'm never too late ah
Don't shoot the messenger

Shoot the messenger's mother

Fffffucker

Hangman

A bullet a piece for the two of you

Motherfucker

For you
Fatherfucker

Hangman

A bullet a piece for the two of you

For you

Hangman

A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you

Hangman

A bullet a piece for the two of you

For you