im almost there im almost there but not quite travelling through the bayou feel the eeriness at sunset my senses on high alert so i say hello whos there nothing like a whistle in the wind as i move on forward i hear the leaves rustling leaves rustling in a state of grace words i shouldnt have said are all forgiven all the days of bad forgotten but still to me revenge is a dish best served cold like ice cold with an ice pick and a blindfold im going going gone i said im going going gone time to meet your maker time to meet your maker im prowling growling howling hangman a bullet a piece for the two of you for you low deep nasty you chopping me down like the amazon no getting past me two feet in the air you wouldnt last a marathon racing with the panther the maximum price ah curator of the faith ah im never too late ah dont shoot the messenger shoot the messengers mother fffffucker hangman a bullet a piece for the two of you for you hangman a bullet a piece for the two of you for you hangman a bullet a piece for the two of you for you hangman a bullet a piece for the two of you for you