I hate Monday and Wednesday   those where cleaning days   for when the prison got too crowded   from others come to stay   guards would form relay teams   so that they would not tire   and beat the men and boys to death   on the word of someone higher      oh....in hanger number one      I was 19 when I came here   for refusing to go to war   to kill my Shi'ite brothers   living right next door   they said "so you love your brothers?   we've got your real brother outside   as a gift from Uncle Saddam   you're allowed to watch him die"      oh....in hanger number one      they wanted me to confess   to what I'm still not sure   so they chained me too an iron pipe   sticking out of the floor   and they hung me from an iron hook   that still hangs here today   and after two long days   whatever they'd wish I'd say      oh....in hanger number one      Hanger Number One was my home   for exactly 17 years   my cell was 1 meter long   just enough to hold my tears   but they made sure we got TV   in the fading light   At 8pm Saddam came on   and tucked us in for the night      oh....in hanger number one      The judge who sent me here   I remember that lackey still   I've followed his movements since I've been out   for one day I will kill   it takes more than one man   for evil to take root   in my dreams they litter the road   after I shoot and shoot      oh....in hanger number one      My country is unrecognizable   hatred has a way   of turning green into brown   pulling darkness from day   you say you've come to liberate   I've heard that word before   terror lurks in the hearts of men   forced to tip-toe on their own floor      oh....in hanger number one