When I go will my mother know
Will my brother know I tried
Will the government send them my old pens
And the letter I tried to write
Will my dad as he cries all night
Will he still believe we're right
As I'm drinking blood from a silver cup
With these men who chose to die
When I go will my mother cry
Will my brother want to die
As i'm drinking up an amber stout
With this god I've heard so much about
When I go will you be ashemed
Will you still recall my name with pain
Can't wait to see you hang,
See you hang