Death Penalty
Album - 1982 - Debaser id 35009

Life in prison, is it enough
For what they do
One day soon, so very close
It could be you
A life for a life, that's the way
The only way I say
The chair is best, also sweet
The power's all we pay

The power's all we pay
We'll end it all today
The power's all we pay

Thirty years is all they do
Less if they are good
All this time we pay their way
Goodies say we should
Then they're out, they're on the loose
To do it once again
Back in they go, the more we pay
We say they are insane

They say they are insane
Blown right out of their minds
Really gone insane

The people's vote it should be cast
The murderers would not last
Eject the filth from my lifestyle
Keep them just on file

To take a life it is a shame
They've only got themselves to blame
Death should be the penalty
Quick and cold and finally
Give them food and beds they say
The people they will pay
Treat them good and talk to them
Teach them how to pray
Does it work, of course not
We'll end it all today
As I said let's have a vote
Let them know our way

Let them know our way
We'll execute today
The power's all we'll pay

How many victims unlawfully killed upon this earth
Homicidal killers, can you tell me what they're worth
They never have a reason, never tell you why
We'll take their lives, save their souls, let them die

A cart rolled through the town

And people all around

Gathered for the burning of the witch

They grit their teeth in anger

They raise their arms in fear

The burning stake was ready for that bitch



Singing burn her

Burn her

Burn her to the ground

Singing burn her sins

Burn her pride

Burn her till she dies



They tie her to the stake

People shout abuse

They want to hear the sizzling of her flesh

She looks at them and curses

Each one of them in town

The execution flame put to the ground



Singing burn her. . .



You cannot see her body

Smoke is all around

All you hear is the sizzling of her flesh

Fire burns so quickly

Smoke begins to clear



Preacher man stood up, announced her dead



Singing burn her. . .

The screams and the dreams and the nightmares it seems Are from Hell Things lurk in the churchyard and rise from the soil Those who dwell They come from a cult of evil and bad No relent To search for the body they seek there that night Whose consent Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Messing with the sacred way Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Searching out bodies for prey The corpse it is taken to Satanist's Hill For its fate Where hundreds of demons and creatures from Hell There do wait Its heart does not beat but its body is given to Hell The air it is silent and all that you hear is his bell Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Lucifer drives in today Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Leaving a hole where he lay With many strange ways here on this earth I fear For many a soul that rests in the church It is clear Although they are dead and cannot move They can't rest For when darkness falls, the snatchers from Hell They do quest Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Messing with the sacred way Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Searching out bodies for prey Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Lucifer drives in today Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Leaving a hole where he lay