Guilty by just being in our just, far back village was heard

Yelling and sound of hatred’s chant, was the crowds word

Let’s give him just what he deserves, off with his bloody head

We will chop off his fingers, and make sure that he is dead

No no no is also heard from the one, who would wear the crown

I think the punishment is due, so he will stretch on the rack down

Do you have anything to say, before we start to hurt you John

Hey don’t put me on the rack, my name is called Jack not Jon