| Lyric | Song Title | Artist |
| A nightmare of Mescal was all that it was for no one had robbed me at all / I wish was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're testing just outside the wall | |
| Blessed are the persecuted / And blessed are the pure in heart / Blessed are the merciful / And blessed are the ones who mourn | |
| Then I awake and look around me at the four grey walls that surround me / And I realize that I was only dreaming | |
| Once I had a job I had a girl / Between our dreams and actions lies this world | |
| So when the preacher comes to get me / And they shave off all my hair / Could you take that long walk with me / Knowing Hell is waitin' there | |
| The judge said 'Son, what is your alibi? / If you were somewhere else then you won't have to die' | |
| O ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road / And I'll be in Scotland afore ye | |
| And their song of hope and freedom it rang inside that prison / It beat against the iron bars and crashed against the stone | |
| Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while / Think I see my friends comin' / Ridin' many a mile | |
| I'm sittin' here on death row and Lord I've lost my mind / For love I've killed my darlin' and for love I'll lose my life | |