Hangman's Show

Broken peasants make for great kings
They've felt starvation
Couldn't let their own mouths feed
Place a crown on their heads
Now we've got someone to lead us
But will he be the one to free us
Can a crown that heavy
Let clipped wings spread
Did we give this man a chance
Or guarantee his death
Proud man, loud man
Rebel rouse this crowd man
Figure this out man
'Fore we dry up in this drought man
Douse tattered clothing in gold
And hope for the best
Can a poor old boy
Pass the wealthy man's test
Should we kill him
Or trap him
Or leave him for dead
When his funds in the green
The yellow
Oh nothing left to be said
No tears to be shed
Not worth a second thought
When he lived in shambles
Now with our money he gambles
Himself into the red
Would we be assassins
Tried for treason
Left to freeze
In colder seasons
Would the jury have the time
To listen to reason
Don't care to hear about our crime
We're in their way
They've got better things to do
So to the gallows with you
Forged a noose out of his old clothes
Can this weight hang from wool
No one knows
What's a good man's soul
Doing in the hangman's show