They tell me that I should go find Jesus
Open up confess all of my sins
But I don't even know that sorry bastard
So why should I say anything to him?
Tired of their endless lie
Some day I'll hang 'em high
A proper way for them to die
Some day I'll hang 'em high
They pray for that poor old unbeliever
Hope he will wake up and see the light
But I don't have no time for all those losers
My lord will always be the darkest night
Laughing at their meanings
Spitting on their graves
Soon no one will be singing "Jesus saves"
Tired of their endless lie
Today I'll hang 'em high
A proper way for them to die
Today I'll hang 'em high