| I met the devil in the woods on the outskirts of town |
| The mayor, the mayor stood right alongside |
| And the next day |
| A man died in the dust of our streets |
| As we just stood by |
| Hail, hail the executioner |
| Who’s come to tear us from this world! |
| I met the devil in the inn in the center of town |
| The keeper fell to his knees and |
| Prayed for his life from the ground |
| And if the devil should come again |
| It will surely be to gather our heads |
| And we’ll comply |
| Hail, hail the executioner who’s come to tear us from this world! |
| We deserve what we get and I pray for the worst |
| Hail, hail the executioner who’s come to tear us from this world! |
| We deserve what we get and I pray for the worst |
| Empty leaders, sycophantic cowardice |
| Two-faced preachers; |
| Soulless, spiteful evangelists |
| And if they march us up to the chopping block I’d gladly step first |
| We deserve what we get and I pray for the worst |
| We deserve what we get and I pray for the worst |
| (Hail, hail, the executioner) |
| (Hail, hail, the executioner) |