Hangman's Tango
He speaks with Salvador and Pablo
And he insists on first name terms
He sees the world is burning
As the pathetic take their turn
He burns the bridges as he finds them
For traitors' thoughts he has no time
And he's often heard to tell them
Where there's no rhythm there's no rhyme
And everything he touches is taking Death's turn
And everything he touches he knows will burn
He hangs with Evans and Ellis
But the Tyburn jig he will not do
And he believes in everything
That you would never want him to
As the crowd's begin to gather
Look between the painted maws
See the over-zealous monkeys
The laughing clowns, the ripened whores
He can make a date with Pierrepoint
And Jack Ketch is an old friend
He knows he's dancing on a knife edge
And the dance will get him in the end
A cloak and dagger cabaillero
Against whom the world is sworn
For he's the kind of bastard hero
Who you wish had not been born
El tango del verdugo
Él habla con Salvador y Pablo
Y insiste en tratarse de tú
Ve el mundo arder
Mientras los patéticos toman su turno
Quema los puentes al encontrarlos
Para los pensamientos traidores no tiene tiempo
Y a menudo se le escucha decirles
Donde no hay ritmo no hay rima
Y todo lo que toca toma el rumbo de la Muerte
Y todo lo que toca sabe que arderá
Se junta con Evans y Ellis
Pero la danza de Tyburn no la hará
Y cree en todo
Que nunca quisieras que creyera
A medida que la multitud comienza a reunirse
Mira entre las fauces pintadas
Ve a los monos excesivamente celosos
Los payasos riendo, las prostitutas maduras
Puede concertar una cita con Pierrepoint
Y Jack Ketch es un viejo amigo
Sabe que está bailando en la cuerda floja
Y que al final la danza lo atrapará
Un caballero de capa y espada
Contra quien el mundo está juramentado
Porque es el tipo de héroe bastardo
Que desearías que nunca hubiera nacido