Top of the Hill

The men work the forest
The lumber is cut 
The nails are pounded 
The platform is built
Up on the hilltop
You can see the world 
Up on the hillside
You can see it all 


Up on the platform
Construction has begun 
It must be sturdy
The bracings are strong 
There's a single beam pointed to the sky
From which a rope will hang 
There's a stiff rope hanging in the wind
From which I will hang, I will hang 


When I die, I'll stand before the throne. 
The book is opened, it's judgment day 
When I die, there's no going back
Rewards and the punishments, there's hell to pay 
When I die, I will be measured 
My life will be weighed, it's judgment day 


A knife in the back
Of someone I loved 
I put on a clean shirt 
And destroy the evidence 
The hounds tracked me down
You can run but you can't hide 
The judge said, son
With a crime like this, someone's got to pay 
No one else is gonna step up to take your place
For what it's worth son, for right or wrong, you're gonna hang
This is your judgment


When I die, I'll stand before the throne. 
The book is opened, it's judgment day 
When I die, there's no going back
Rewards and the punishments, there's hell to pay 
When I die, I will be measured 
My life will be weighed, it's judgment day 


The trap door opens
The moment has come 
The dry air 
Hits me in the face 


The rope goes tight 
And my body jerks 
I can feel my eyes bulge
I'm choking on my tongue 
Sucking for air, I'm fighting for air
Breathing is the only thing 
The crowd cheers
How many times will I bounce 
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 


When I die, I'll stand before the throne
The book is opened, it's judgment day