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I couldn't sleep at nights thenAwoken by the faces of a thousand dead menWhat kind of beast kills for pay? I knew I'd go to hell on Judgement DayBut why should I be so sad?The hours are goodAnd the money's not badI think of all the jobs I could've gone intoSweeping up partsDriving trains to WaterlooI could've been a painter, or the world's greatest witI could've been a sailor, but the hat didn't fitI'm a hangmanTake my hand, come with me...It's okay, you'll be free... Aus Songtexte Mania