The hanging of the gallows high

Electric chair is set on fry

Passing out free cyanide

So many different ways to die

Rounding up the firing squad

Wait for it...the go for it nod

The guillotine is set on chop

All it needs is for the blade to drop

They're mixing up the chemicals

To go off at precise intervals

Tying up your arms with coils

Being pulled apart by bulls

Feed you to the crocodiles

The ones that have the biggest smiles

Dragging you for twenty miles

Behind ten horses ruining wild

You can beg and you can plead

Getting down upon your knees

But sometimes the reading of my poetry

Might just be the worst of these