The Hangman
The hangman takes words of hope
And in a moment's rage pulls the rope
Politician takes money from the poor
Till they starve to death and are no more
The policeman ties a black man's hands
Blood on his side, truth be told
Some say if there's prayer and there's a God out there
Send your messenger now and make it clear
I say it's no matter how many webs man weaves
As long as I'm breathing
I still believe
Dictator screams into the microphone
Kills who he wants, he may be stoned
The teacher writes upon the board
A good book is nothing but old folk lore
May our talks are changed till morning comes
But all the news is the same under the sun
Some say if there's prayer and there's a God out there
Send your messenger now and make it clear
I say it's no matter how many webs man weaves
As long as I'm breathing
Dictator screams into the microphone
I still believe
Dictator screams into the microphone
I still believe
I still believe
The chain gang sings the songs of a million saints
The church brings breadcrumbs
As they dig their graves
Sinners talking to the saint about to preach
Saying common sense is now too far out of reach
And the child of tomorrow feels so all alone
Wondering if he'll ever be fully grown
Oh, some say if there's prayer and there's a God
Send your messenger now and make it clear
May our talks are changed till morning comes
May our thoughts bite out of fear
Send your messenger now and make it clear
I say it's no matter how many webs man weaves
As long as I'm breathing
I still believe
Believe
I still believe
I still believe
I still believe