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.