You're gonna hang like Benito from the Esso rafters Hang like Clara with her skull caved in Hang like a cross around my neck You're gonna hang, you're gonna hang What's the best end you can hope for? Pity f**s and table scraps Subterfuge and detachment A bullet in the head and a bullet in the chest Na na na na What's the best thing you can hope for? A blindfold and a ball gag Burned-out eyes, grotesque beauty A nail through the feet and a nail through the hands Na na na na