O Caminho da Escada e da Corda

I was sentenced to be hanged
Today at noon for your joy
They gave me nothing, not even a cigarette
They threw stones at me, but it missed

Many people came to see me dying
Right in front of me, for the reverend
An opportunity that I would say is rare
To call your name and spit in your face

All to hell, before I forget
Rope around my neck, price on my head
And no matter what happens
I'll come back from hell to get all of you

I feel no remorse, much less fear
I didn't count the dead, I didn't keep secrets
There's nothing I believe in
My truth was dynamite

Even wanted for murder
I went to fuck the whore, I was captured
Here I am now, with destiny ahead
And an iron ball chained to my leg

All to hell, before I forget
Rope around my neck, price on my head
And no matter what happens
I'll come back from hell to get all of you