Years ago the punishment was hanging or getting your head chopped off
The crowds would all gather to watch the show
Your head was on the chopping block
Then your head would drop into the basket below.
 
 
It was done nearly everyday
Locked up in your cell to the fate which lies ahead
Your judgement day was looming as you pray
Nothing changed no matter what you said.
 
 
The crowds would all cheer as they watched this event, they would often scoff
They didn’t care if you were guilty or not
They wanted to see your head drop off
They were all a bloodthirsty lot.
 
 
The axe man always hid his head under a black cloth
He wanted to play safe
It wasn’t because he was soft
He didn’t want you to see his face.
 
 
Some had a rope around their neck to be hung
I don’t know which is worse, hanging or losing your head
The doors below them opened as they all swung
They hung around until they were dead.