Hangman we played rubber soul with a razor blade Behind the church, hiding place, It was a long joke till the punch line came. Can you read my mind, read my mind Follow along to the end of the song Hangman we played double dutch with a hand grenade

Come to send not condescend Transcendental consequences to transcend... Where we are...Who are we? Who we are... Trampled moss on your souls... Changes all you're a part... Seen it all not at all... Can't defend the command... Take me a for a ride

Don’t pin it all on me Fall upon your knees saying "This is my body and soul here" Fall and begging, pleading Oh blame, blame, blame (I got you, I got you) There’s no room for you here "You’ve got the power and control" You go sleep with the fishes Wrap

Stood there leaning to the city moon, Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass With their fabled illusions, the vain

Don't leave me this way Aaah baby, my heart is full of love and desire for you Now come on down and do what you gotta do (Now come on girl and do what you gotta do) You started this fire down in my soul Now can't you see it's burning out of control Come

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find

Got a lot of blood and it's cold So offended that I had to double check They keep tryna get me for my soul Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no hoe I'm workin' on dyin' Fifty thousand on my head, it's disrespect

Brain cutter Soul killer Ominous nefarious completely insane Doctor Butcher and his dungeon of death Unorthodox therapies performed on the brain Prolific practitioner of pain Laying out the tools of his trade Psychosurgery Scalpel, ice-pick and drill

Every Step you take is to the end Chaos, duplicate the human slaves Mother Nature so far away : Why? Perfect is the race you dream Right now, I make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramuses Hatchery,

Don’t pin it all on me Fall upon your knees saying "This is my body and soul here" Fall and begging, pleading Oh blame, blame, blame (I got you, I got you) There’s no room for you here "You’ve got the power and control" You go sleep with the fishes Wrap