This hill was murder
This house is murder
This hill was murder


There was a house on a hill
And a place where they hung the worst of them

A place the children won't play
With a tree that will not grow


Oh since the first was pulled up there
To hang like flag with a face
In the place I will not go


That house should have been my home
That tree should have been my death


If we're not notches
He'll make notches of us yet

Bring enough rope for the class
Bring enough rope for the class


At least the dead have the guts to die
And when they swing above us
They look their killers in the eye

I have no killers, I have no death

I swear I want to

See what you see
Let's throw our ropes
From the top of the balcony


This is our march to the gallows


Someone cut him down
Someone cut them down
Someone cut us down


Before the vultures tear us apart
Before the vultures tear us apart