I am walking in the last rays of the setting sun
Whistling a hangman's tune with head held high swinging my gun
I say this little boy is angry, I say this little boy is mad!
This little boy comes to destroy, stone-eyed, cold-faced in swathes of
Vengeance clad

And the black cock crows And a dead wind blows

In my wake are seven women who tried to steal my soul
In my belly six wild wolves curse and howl from their foul hole
I say no earthly will may stop me, I say no earthly will may try
No earthly will may halt the spill of blood from wounds and tears from craving
Eyes

And the black cock crows And a dead wind blows

Below me burn the city lights in fires of pearls and jewels
I'm climbling down the city walls, unseen, unfussed - the sentries must be
Fools
I say all pleasantries are over, I say all pleasantries are past
My enemies, you pimps and thieves, prepare to meet your nemesis at last

And the black cock crows And the dead wind blows