Social Execution - 2nd Version

There he stands in his hangman's noose
As he drops to a sleep
The back door is the trap door

Present are the witnesses; the no ones, they will weep.
What was his crime? What was it he did?
There he stands in his hangman's noose

A group of kids throw taunts, never once rocks
And his little self cries
The back door is the trap door

She laughs to his face, about his life
Not tall and handsome, just white and plain
There he stands in his hangman's noose

He's married now, has a wife with kids
Happy and content is the City of Sins
The back door is the trap door

The tears are gone and dried
And he drops into a sudden sleep
There he stands in his hangman's noose
The back door is the trap door.