I stare in the mirror, my eyes refuse to blink
Sympathy for me, hell I can`t even think
Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin` to rise
I`ve heard it before `n I know the truth from the lies
Is it any wonder heaven`s racked with thunder
And all of my dreams go under like the fallin` rain
Execution day, execution day (execution day, execution day)
Execution day, execution day
Voices like locusts keep smothering me
Twisting and turning my senses like a cyclone at sea
Don`t touch me now, won`t let you crucify me
You ain`t no damn jury, you can`t pass no sentence on me
Is it any wonder heaven`s racked with thunder
`N all of my dreams go under like the pourin` rain
Execution day, execution day, execution day
Whose blood on whose hands,
Where`s the promises they preached for this land
Standin` there with bibles clutched in their hand
Whose blood on whose hands,
Whose blood on whose hands
Whose blood, whose hands
Execution day, execution day
Father my hands are shakin`,
I see the light, it`s breakin`
Show me the way to set my soul free,
I hope it rains on me
Let it rain on me
Execution day, execution day
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