Outside the cats are scratching   Inside the doors are latching   On the room, the greedy gloom   The trial is revealed   Police are six feet deep   With switchblades in their teeth   So no one leaves and they all believe   This is absolutely real   Yes, it's real   And the sergeant says, "are you ready, boys?    Get ready, boys   Aim...   And fire...      Order in the court   People ready for the sport   They squirm and squeak and lick their beaks   And grease their feathers down   Everybody rise   Judge is here with bathroom eyes   A grizzly bear, he hugs his chair   And the greedy gavel pounds   Yes, it pounds   And the sergeant says, "are you ready, boys?    Get ready, boys   Aim...   And fire...      In the dungeon s(? ) falls   Writing appeals upon the wall   And the priest in prayers is not even there   So precious is his time   To the stake he's tied   The swallows sing the triggers slide   He bids goodbye to the wattery sky that plunges from his mind   From his mind   And the sergeant says, "are you ready, boys?    Get ready, boys   Aim...   And fire...