Taking their livings and hard-earned pay;
Blowing the women and men away;
Good riddance; away
To Hell with your kind!

End of the line. (Now you must die.)

Bleeding hearts don't mourn the victims;
May Satan take them with all their maxims;
May grief, death, and pain
Plow their backs out fine!

End of the line. (Now you must die.)
End of the line. (Now you must die.)

Grind your kind!
I'm talkin' 'bout chains that bind.
You won't get away this time:
You'll die for your vile crime!

End of the line. (Now you must die.)
End of the line. (Now you must die.)

Cheap Clemency is an evil spirit;
No more appeal; I refuse to hear it.
Bishops and lawyers and Crips,
With the damned you'll fry!

End of the line. (Now you must die.)
End of the line. (Now you must die.)

Blight your kind!
You're worse than the creep who's dyin'!
The devil can take your cryin'
From eyes that are so blind...!

End of the line. (Now you must die.)
End of the line. (Now you must die.)
End of the line. (Now you must die.)
(Die die die die die die die die die die.)
End of the line. (Now you must die.)
(Die die die die die die die.)
End of the line. (Now you must die.)
(Die die die die die die die die die die.)
End of the line. (Now you must die.)
(Die die die die die die die.)
End of the line. (Now you must die.)
(Die die die die die die die die die die.)
End of the line. (Now you must die.)
(Die die die die die die die.)