Faye Tucker/Sister (Reprise)/Philosophy of Loss

On the night they killed Faye Tucker I was gambling away my last dime Yeah, well I pulled down the lever And I sent up a prayer That my luck would not be denied My luck would not be denied So roll out the head of Faye Tucker Yeah, well never you mind what they say Well, you may be reborn But it's all just for scorn And that's what you'll take to the grave That's what you'll take to the grave Well, the minister wants you to live now And the governor wants you to fry And whatever it was that you thought might occur Well, they got something else on their minds They got something else on their minds If you live, they gonna make you a campaigner (If you live, they gonna make you a campaigner) If you die, they gonna make you a grave (If you die, they gonna make you a grave) Either way it goes down (Either way it goes down) Your life's not your own And that's why killin' don't pay (Hey, your life's not your own) That's why killin' don't pay Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I thought I heard the angels' bells But they were just the hounds of hell I thought I heard the angels' bells But they were just the hounds of hell What did you learn Faye Tucker? Yeah, what will you take from this world? Yeah, well mercy could prove us But nothing would move us To rise above just being cruel To rise above just being cruel