Matt Berry - The Hangman lyrics

With broken fingers I weave life's tapestry I am in darkness, with no control at to how the cards will fall I just manage the deck A morose funk hangs over me It comes, and it goes like the professional harlot A weaker man would rip out his hair from its root While running to seek guidance from the parson "Send in the clowns" they said By all means, try it But do be prepared for the ma** of blood and red noses For I am in no mood for such twisted capers Like the spring hare I shall run and run and run Knowing the second I stop, if only to catch breath It would all be over I then become the prey Even the man, built from clay with the strength of seven Is of little consequence as soon as the carpet of love Is ripped from beneath his feet A stench, as bad as d**h, fills the air As the desperate Lothario enters the shed With him, he brings all the self-a**ured arrogance of the hangman Today he is safe Tomorrow he is over Alone in my bed, I revisit the day's occurrences Making all the necessary alterations An apology is weak A regret is wretched A figure appears on the horizon As it is approaching, it begins to take shape A man I notice his head looks towards his feet As if unable to meet my gaze He looks familiar You there! Who by shame brings this bad news? Oh It is you The hangman Do come in