The horizontal path and devil signs When the cars race to the top next to the narrow lights The door on the left, it's the windmill's choice Unfurling cloud gaze where the pimps kill girls and boys No mention of the horror No mention of the paint As the early morning worker use his killing ride To navigate the path to where they work The streets are bouncing backwards where the workers burn On Gallows Hill On Gallows Hill On Gallows Hill On Gallows Hill On Gallows Hill, there was a guillotine On Gallows Hill, it's now a cemetery On Gallows Hill, there was a guillotine On Gallows Hill On Gallows Hill They grated the nine, they dazzle so big It's the leader of the murdered from the guillotine Raising the sword and planting the seeds Well, that road is fucking horrible, it gives me the creeps His expression, it caught me, got all dark I was skating up the bathroom with my stinking board The sloping hill with the winter, they're strong The council don't like it so they turn the lamps off On Gallows Hill On Gallows Hill On Gallows Hill On Gallows Hill On Gallows Hill, there was a guillotine On Gallows Hill, it's now a cemetery On Gallows Hill, there was a guillotine On Gallows Hill On Gallows Hill