Roll
out the head of Faye Tucker
And
never you mind what they say
You
may be reborn but it's all just for scorn
And
that's what you'll take to the grave
That's
what you'll take the grave
Well
the minister wants you to live now
And
the governor wants you to fry
And
whatever it was that you thought might occur
They
got something else on their minds
Yeah
they got something else on their minds
If you
live they gonna make you a campaigner
If you
die they gonna make you a grave
Either
way it goes down your life's not your own
And
that's why killin' don't pay
That's
why killin' don't pay
Yeeeee-heeeeee
I thought
I heard the angel's bells
But
they were just the hounds of hell
Yeah
I thought I heard angel's bells
But
they were just the hounds of hell
Tell
me, what did you learn, Faye Tucker
What
will you take from this world
Well
mercy could prove us but nothing would move us
To rise
above just being cruel
To rise
above just being cruel
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