The Hanged Man


The hanged man swings

Tick tock. Tick tock. 

The hanged man swings

Tick tock.

 

The beast within him

The murderous kind 

Took their lives 

When he lost his mind

 

At least that’s what they say 

The folks around the town 

The rumour mill runs strong

And the lies go round and round

 

They say he couldn’t take it

When he lost his job that day

He just had to kill his boss

And the rest got in the way 

 

Twenty years is what he gave them

And two weeks is all he got

Not even a second longer

No matter how he fought

 

He went home and kissed his wife

Grabbed his gun from off the shelf

Planned to kill that hateful man

And then he’d off himself

 

So he stormed the factory

Looking for the man

Who’d taken what was his 

And put the gun into his hands

 

He found him in the office 

Shot him in the head

But he hadn’t killed his boss 

He’d shot another man instead

 

Realizing his mistake 

He broke down upon the floor 

Then his boss came running in 

He picked up the gun once more 

 

When he pulled the trigger 

He was sure this time was right 

He killed the man who took his job

He’d worked at all his life 

 

Then they stormed the office 

Three big burley guys

He pulled trigger two more times 

And got one between the eyes 

 

Next thing he knew the gun was gone 

He’d been tackled to the ground

His sanity was all but lost 

And would surely not be found

 

They cuffed the killing man 

The man without a job 

He didn’t say another word

Just let out a heavy sob

 

And now he hangs from the rope 

His wife a witness here 

No money to pay the bills 

Her kids are nowhere near

 

His life is over now 

With nothing left to show 

What made him pull the trigger

No one will ever know. 

 

The hanged man swings

Tick tock. Tick tock. 

The hanged man swings

Tick tock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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