Hangman's Tango

He speaks with Salvador and Pablo

And he insists on first name terms

He sees the world is burning

As the pathetic take their turn

He burns the bridges as he finds them

For traitors' thoughts he has no time

And he's often heard to tell them

Where there's no rhythm there's no rhyme

And everything he touches is taking Death's turn

And everything he touches he knows will burn

He hangs with Evans and Ellis

But the Tyburn jig he will not do

And he believes in everything

That you would never want him to

As the crowd's begin to gather

Look between the painted maws

See the over-zealous monkeys

The laughing clowns, the ripened whores

He can make a date with Pierrepoint

And Jack Ketch is an old friend

He knows he's dancing on a knife edge

And the dance will get him in the end

A cloak and dagger cabaillero

Against whom the world is sworn

For he's the kind of bastard hero

Who you wish had not been born