Words From The Executioner To Alexander Pearce

Tell me how are you coping
Now that it's time to go?
Can you see the chariots
Swinging low?
Up over the huon pine and out to the snow
How much treachery
Can you possibly know

Well the chaplain loves you
Death row boys
More than he loves me
As though I have the choice
You pour in from the trees
You say an Irish boy should never
Wear the hood
But I wear it for you
And you are here for me

Tell me how are you coping
Now that it's time to leave
How can you burn more?
You've been burning for years
They assumed when you fled
You were good as dead
Was their indifference crueler
Than your nothing to eat?

How much of the venom
Does a tiger snake eat?
There are no whores in heaven
No boys at your feet
Tell me how do we taste?
It's a curious place, a mountain
To resort to customs of the sea

Well your chaplain loves you
Death row boys
More than he loves me
He abandons you to prayer
Then turns so he won't see
You standing alone
As you were all along
To descend fear first
Abscond from the earth
Alone

We were meant to meet
Your exile’s reached
You're home