I couldn't sleep at nights then   Awoken by the faces of a thousand dead men   What kind of beast kills for pay?    I knew I'd go to hell on Judgement Day      But why should I be so sad?   The hours are good   And the money's not bad      I think of all the jobs I could've gone into   Sweeping up parts   Driving trains to Waterloo   I could've been a painter, or the world's greatest wit   I could've been a sailor, but the hat didn't fit      I'm a hangman   Take my hand, come with me...   It's okay, you'll be free...