A man
Rope tied around his neck
Couldn't escape even if he tried
He looks old and tired
And careless and sad
And he's got nowhere to be
And life's not that great
So he raises his left hand
So everybody watching
Then the guard drops what he's holding
And the man takes his final breathe
And there are cheers
We killed a bad man
But it still doesn't feel as good as it should
We feel guilty
