(hopkins, beck, newman, stewart, wood)



Hangman, hangman, slack your noose

Slack it, oh slack it

Slack it for a while

There ain't no use in your hurrying me

Ain't nothing gonna change things now



Now i ain't trying to prove your judge is wrong

And your jury, oh your jury

I guess i'll know the way out

And if you kill me with my canvas shirt

Good god, you could put my lawyer in jail



Listen

It's just this twenty two minutes to prepare yourself

I haven't been in this position before

Wash your hands, get your .?.

Find the waistcoat, lock the door.

And oh!



Get your .?.

Oh yeah, get your .?. lock the door

Come on



Listen to this one

Oh hangman, hangman, slack your noose

Oh slack it, please slack it

Oh just slack it awhile, give me one more chance

There ain't no use in you hurryin' me

Good god, nothing's gonna stop me now



Oh

Don't you worry

Cause you never get your .?.

Well, might get your waistcoat on

Ha-ha

Heh-heh


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