Ted Danson Is the Master of Sarcasm And All of Its Facets -

This hill was murder

This house is murder

This hill was murder

There was a house on a hill

And a place where they hung the worst of them

A place the children won’t play

With a tree that will not grow

Oh since the first was pulled up there

To hang like flag with a face

In the place I will not go That house should have been my home

That tree should have been my death

If we’re not notches

He’ll make notches of us yet

Bring enough rope for the class

Bring enough rope for the class

At least the dead have the guts to die

And when they swing above us They look their killers in the eye

I have no killers, I have no death

I swear I want to See what you see

Let’s throw our ropes

From the top of the balcony

This is our march to the gallows

Someone cut him down

Someone cut them down

Someone cut us down

Before the vultures tear us apart

Before the vultures tear us apart