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 that you can hope for? Pity fucks and table scraps? Subterfuge and detachment? A bullet in the head and a bullet in the chest 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 that you can hope for? A blind-fold and a ball-gag? Burnt out eyes, grotesque beauty A nail through the feet and a nail through the hands 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