Uncle Slam - The Executioner | Текст песни

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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

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