On the night they killed Faye Tucker
I was gambling away my last dime
Well I pulled down the lever and I sent up a prayer
That my luck would not be denied
My luck would not be denied
Roll out the head of Faye Tucker
And never you mind what they say
You may be reborn but it's all just for scorn
And that's what you'll take to the grave
That's what you'll take the grave
Well the minister wants you to live now
And the governor wants you to fry
And whatever it was that you thought might occur
They got something else on their minds
Yeah they got something else on their minds
If you live they gonna make you a campaigner
If you die they gonna make you a grave
Either way it goes down your life's not your own
And that's why killin' don't pay
That's why killin' don't pay
Yeeeee-heeeeee
I thought I heard the angel's bells
But they were just the hounds of hell
Yeah I thought I heard angel's bells
But they were just the hounds of hell
Tell me, what did you learn, Faye Tucker
What will you take from this world
Well mercy could prove us but nothing would move us
To rise above just being cruel