he kept his craft confined to the night subdued by sleep we hate to wake up he cataloged 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 oh it won t be long oh it won t be long oh it won t be long oh 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 man and monsters both make mistakes but for every man who cries and begs for time enough to breathe you ll find a million more monsters like me who ll lick your world and laugh when we leave then the trap door released oh it won t be long