[Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert, Scott Travis]
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Reads a note lying on his desk
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But the words already smear the morning press
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Tell him that he's got a job to do
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A lethal dose that he'll be giving you
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Should have run when you heard the screams
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Now it's all one big bad dream
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Hang your heard sadly, dose his job gladly
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Sing out, here comes the preacher
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And a tune to greet ya
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The executioner's song
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Gotta judgment seat awaitin' here
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Life is flashin' cold and crystal clear
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Metal halo custom made for you
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A bolt a power to your maker
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You'll be pushed on through
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A sweet and sickly distant melody
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There ain't a whole lot of time to be
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Going down badly, slowly and medly
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Sing out, here comes the preacher
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And a tune to greet ya
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The executioner's song
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Cry out, your maker gonna meet ya
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He'll be there to seat ya
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The executioner's song rolls on
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A sweet and sickly distant melody
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There ain't a whole lot of time to be
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Dead man walk sadly
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Boldly and madly
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Your time has come
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Your shadow runs into another
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Dark silhouetted
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Feels no regret, yeah
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Sing out here comes the preacher
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And a tune to greet ya
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The executioner's song
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Cry out your make gonna greet ya
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He'll be their to seat ya
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The executioner's song rolls on
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The Executioner's Song
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