"Step up" – "Step up" and see him hang,Not from bar held by his hands,But a noose around the rich mans neck,Swinging there till he’s dead, dead, dead….
Hot and sweaty through the night,Bodies entangled in heat and cloth….
Tick, tock, tick,My watch chimes on and on,Each passing seconds of my life measured,Life slipping away noted by the eternal rhythm.
