Don't drip
Hold the ladle
As we're walking through the graveyard
Don't slip
Would be fatal
As we're walking through the executioner's guard

For hire - he's for hire
Every weekday,
Wednesdays are free
On fire - he's on fire
Add the axe
To the executioner's fee

Won't keep
This tomato
Aim and throw it at the girl hard
Cold grip
Of the metal
You can feel it at the executioner's yard

For hire - he's for hire
Here to wipe away
The ugly stain of sin
On fire, he's on fire
Watch your head
Coz the executioner's in

Keep your head down
Don't you dare miss a step
For the worst to happen
Hasn't happened yet
Keep your hopes high
Slate clean, diplomat
For the worst to happen
Hasn't happened yet

For hire - he's for hire
The king swears by
The execution tax
On fire - he's on fire
Hear the swish of the executioner's axe

For hire - he's for hire
Don't you love the
Prison potpourri
On fire - he's on fire
Never miss
That's the executioner's garuntee