Sadly i have to go
only an hour into my show
the curtains are drawn
the fat lady sung
now I'm 19
prepared to be hung
It was not my crime
nor is it my time
but the man upstairs
"He dies!" he declared
but what have I done
dying for you
and missing the sun
So on the plank I walk
with a collar I talk
a vow at gunpoint
a confession
my forehead they anoint
a sinner I'm declared
my cries reached nobody, not one cared.
Witch, ha
I'm a boy, with the bad luck
to have angered a priest
now in Salem
I rest in unrest
