Man Gods

they caught that nasty varmint, that killed old sheriff Beck; And by the time we're done with him, he'll be hanging from the neck. Send them to the guillotine and watch their heads roll off the block; An aristocrat is less than human, so to kill them is no shock. Fry them in the chair, they don't deserve to live; So everyone will understand, you get back what you give. Drop a little pellet, then watch them fight for air; It's a perfect way to end their lives, they are people who don't care. Let's give him an injection; it's lethal and it's fast; Before you have a chance to look, it's over and he's passed. You know he's just an animal, who committed genocide; And hanging was a perfect way, for a man like him to die. The beast was very dangerous, he mauled his trainer half to death; You know that we should kill him; it's the only answer left. Kill them all I say; God will sort them out; Those red skins are just heathens, with their whooping and their shouts. I don't believe we are judgmental and most of us agree; If everybody says its right, it must be right you see. You say we shouldn't kill them, I say the punishment befits the crime; So go ahead and waste your breath, after all you paid your dime. God bless the little children and make this country strong; And bless the places just like us, who want to get along. We all must do our gardening, get rid of all the weeds; The only way is kill them all, wouldn't you agree?