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Artist: Boysnightout (Boys Night Out)
Album: Boys Night Out

Lyrics

He kept his craft confined to the night
Subdued by sleep, we hate to wake up
He catalogued and counted his kills, divided the dead
And suddenly stopped

Prompted by the heat of july
The sweat on his skin beaded and fell
He never prayed a day in his life..
'Cause man, what's the point when you've been promised to hell?

There's something to be said for the crowd
Which gathered and grew and erupted into song
He smiled, as he toyed with the noose, and took up their words
It won't be long

Oh, it won't be long

The tune collapsed, and the mob ceased their song
Confused and in awe of the monster trained to sing
The hangman tightened up and leaned in
And offered the man a chance to speak before he'd swing
He cried out:
"Men and monsters both make mistakes
But for every man who cries or begs for time enough to grieve
You'll find a million more monsters like me
Who will lick our wounds and laugh when we leave."
Then the trap door released

Oh, it won't be long

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Boys Night Out" album track list