After the victim's final plea, from the scene you will flee
Then you wait until the night, keep yourself out of sight
Hiding out in the trees, cold sweat as you freeze
French come hunt you down, await the trial back in town
Off with your head!
Soon you'll be dead!
Bloody and red!
Corporation Pull-in
Evidence piles high, jury looks you in the eye
Primitive society, convicts you - you're guilty
From your window you will see where your figure is to be
You can't sleep, you can't eat 'cause you know that you're
dead meat
Time has come, you will die - see the fear in your eyes
Drop the blade, hear the chop - now your life and all will stop
Off with your head!
Now you are dead!
The blood is so red!