Pick Your Poison

The hanging of the gallows high Electric chair is set on fry Passing out free cyanide So many different ways to die Rounding up the firing squad Wait for it...the go for it nod The guillotine is set on chop All it needs is for the blade to drop They're mixing up the chemicals To go off at precise intervals Tying up your arms with coils Being pulled apart by bulls Feed you to the crocodiles The ones that have the biggest smiles Dragging you for twenty miles Behind ten horses running wild You can beg and you can plead Getting down upon your knees But sometimes the reading of my poetry Might just be the worst of these