Hang 'em high

Somewhere, he lost it in a turn
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove
First come, first served, he's serving it back
He travels light, without a pack, without love

He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own
Late for the hangin', yes he's headed for the moon
And hang 'em high

Leather 'cross his thighs
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead

He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own
Late for the hangin', yes he's headed for the moon
And hang 'em high

Blind to himself and he's laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, child of the night passing by

Blind to himself and he's laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, child of the night passing by

Leather 'cross his thigh
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead

He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own
Late for the hangin', yes he's headed for the moon
And hang 'em high

Cuelgalos alto

algun lado, lo perdió en una vuelta
ahora el problema parace encajarlo como un globo
primero ven, primero servido, el esta sirviendo de nuevo
viaja luz, sin equipaje, sin amor

el viene de la nada y da vuelta por su propia cuenta
tarde para colgar, si el va a la luna
y los cuelga alto

cruza sus ataduras
aplastando la ncohe, su capa esconde sus ojos
un ojo en la carretera, precio a su cabeza
una oreja en el suelo, esta escuchando al muerto

el viene de la nada y da vuelta por su propia cuenta
tarde para colgar, si el va a la luna
y los cuelga alto

ciego para el mismo y su risa en su esquema
viendo atrás en odio, la ciudad es revelada
visión de luz, niño de la noche pasando

ciego para el mismo y su risa en su esquema
viendo atrás en odio, la ciudad es revelada
visión de luz, niño de la noche pasando

cruza sus ataduras
aplastando la ncohe, su capa esconde sus ojos
un ojo en la carretera, precio a su cabeza
una oreja en el suelo, esta escuchando al muerto

el viene de la nada y da vuelta por su propia cuenta
tarde para colgar, si el va a la luna
y los cuelga alto