On the night they killed Faye Tucker
  I was gambling away my last dime
  Well I pulled down the lever and I sent up a prayer
  That my luck would not be denied
  My luck would not be denied
  
  Roll out the head of Faye Tucker
  And never you mind what they say
  You may be reborn but it's all just for scorn
  And that's what you'll take to the grave
  That's what you'll take the grave
  
  Well the minister wants you to live now
  And the governor wants you to fry
  And whatever it was that you thought might occur
  They got something else on their minds
  Yeah they got something else on their minds
  
  If you live they gonna make you a campaigner
  If you die they gonna make you a grave
  Either way it goes down your life's not your own
  And that's why killin' don't pay
  That's why killin' don't pay
  
  Yeeeee-heeeeee
  
  I thought I heard the angel's bells
  But they were just the hounds of hell
  Yeah I thought I heard angel's bells
  But they were just the hounds of hell
  
  Tell me, what did you learn, Faye Tucker
  What will you take from this world
  Well mercy could prove us but nothing would move us
  To rise above just being cruel
  To rise above just being cruel