The Hangman's Song Lyrics

Armageddon time is coming soon.
The fires will turn us all into dust.
And we will be judged one last time.
You, you're son and me.
Oh, oh, woe is me.
Soon we will be swinging from that tree.
Pray your neck breaks when the rope gets taught.
Pray your mother isn't there to see.
Oh, oh, woe is me.