Rope - Exit Interview Lyrics

When they execute me, I'll go to my death
With the smile of a martyr, whisper under my breath
'Forgive these mere mortals; they know not what they do'
Dividing robes and casting lots can't save myself like I saved you
How green is my valley again streams sullen with ash
Not a word of sense to speak of but the loudest in class
I've been to these dead streets, walked through these dead towns
The ghosts have found their way in and had the signs taken down
Picking from the lowest branches
Singing where the air is sweet with song
I was the first child, I was the prodigal son
I've been aided and abetted in everything I've done
And to my little sister I say
You might work harder for less but you're better off that way