Every little part of you Is a miracle of molecules But every little thing you do Is so sad In the end Oh, in the end Take a last look at the sky through the hangman’s noose You’ve shaken all the stones of any foundation of faith You had left in you to lose The hangman will show you a window To a place where you must go You’re a bad man to hurt her so There’s a storm a comin’ You’d better run, boy, run