Dead Men
Dead men, dead men, swing in a tree
How many dead men do you see?
Tongue turned blue and face gone grey
Watch them as they twist and sway.
The first one killed the butcher man
Then cooked him in a frying pan
Served him to his hungry guests
And gave them seconds on request
The next one with his smile and sweets
Stole poor children off the streets
To men who dressed unsavory
He sold them into slavery
Dead men, dead men, swinging in the tree
How many dead men do you see?
Six feet long and six men wide
Around their necks the noose is tied