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Tyburn

from The Rutted Road by Pale Roses

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TYBURN

There are many ways to execute a man,
The gas chamber, the electric chair.
A lethal injection is certainly cleaner
But I miss the gallows on Tyburn square.

Tyburn, Tyburn

Wake me early, mother, 'cause I want to see
The highwayman and the Catholic priest,
Swinging together from the triple tree,
While the crowd cheers or roars like a beast.

Tyburn, Tyburn

Now, would you like to face the firing squad,
Each gunman meeting your stare?
That’s alright, boys, but nothing compares
To the old gallows on Tyburn square

Tyburn, Tyburn

Boiled, burnt or broken on the wheel?
Quartered, impaled, how does it feel?
Thrown in the ocean, can you swim?
To be crucified is fine but you’re not Him!

So let’s get back to the days of yore,
When foul was foul and fair was fair!
One of the things I miss the most
Are the wooden gallows on Tyburn square.

Tyburn, Tyburn

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from The Rutted Road, released November 23, 2012

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