I'm Skilled Enough
Making No Haste
I Opened My Case
To Assemble My Gun
The Sentence Declared

The Eye for the Sight
I Was Holding My Breathing
Making No Haste
I pulled the trigger
My job was over

It was the shot
Within an instant
Target had been hit
Poor thing was lying
With a hole in the head

I'm Skilled Enough
Making No Haste
I Opened My Case
To Assemble My Gun
The Sentence Declared

There's No Trouble
Why I Am Who I Am
Consider Me a Hangman
All the Answers
On the Barrel's Tip