The Executioner's Song Lyrics - Racer X

[Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert, Scott Travis] 

Reads a note lying on his desk 

But the words already smear the morning press 

Tell him that he's got a job to do 

A lethal dose that he'll be giving you 

Should have run when you heard the screams 

Now it's all one big bad dream 

Hang your heard sadly, dose his job gladly 

Sing out, here comes the preacher 

And a tune to greet ya 

The executioner's song 

Gotta judgment seat awaitin' here 

Life is flashin' cold and crystal clear 

Metal halo custom made for you 

A bolt a power to your maker 

You'll be pushed on through 

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A sweet and sickly distant melody 

There ain't a whole lot of time to be 

Going down badly, slowly and medly 

Sing out, here comes the preacher 

And a tune to greet ya 

The executioner's song 

Cry out, your maker gonna meet ya 

He'll be there to seat ya 

The executioner's song rolls on 

A sweet and sickly distant melody 

There ain't a whole lot of time to be 

Dead man walk sadly 

Boldly and madly 

Your time has come 

Your shadow runs into another 

Dark silhouetted 

Feels no regret, yeah 

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Sing out here comes the preacher 

And a tune to greet ya 

The executioner's song 

Cry out your make gonna greet ya 

He'll be their to seat ya 

The executioner's song rolls on