Hangman
Walkabouts · Scavenger [2008]
And swing 'em from your money tree
Hear me laughing in my steps
These heads are yours, they're yours to keep
Please don't skip the last details
Rewards are yours beyond the pale
And if you slip, just look around
Your wrists are shackled to the crowd
Hangman is your passenger
Hangman is your passenger
Hangman is your passenger
The hangman is your passenger tonight
Stretching the rope with one of his hands
And in one of his hands he holds a bible
Looks at the road with one of his eyes
And with one of his eyes he will watch you driving
Hangman is your passenger
The hangman is your passenger tonight
Hangman take these heads from me
And swing 'em from your money tree
Wagered on the judgement call
But every time you lost it all
Hangman
Hangman stands as a compelling song in the Walkabouts' expansive discography, appearing on their 2008 album Scavenger. The band, known for blending post-punk intensity with atmospheric rock, crafted a sound that often oscillates between brooding melancholy and driving rhythms. This recording captures the group's signature ability to weave narrative depth into their musical arrangements, maintaining the moody textures that defined their earlier work while exploring new sonic territories. As part of a catalogue that includes notable albums like Setting The Woods On Fire, Hangman reflects the enduring artistic vision of the Walkabouts. The track contributes to their legacy as a band capable of delivering emotionally resonant performances that resonate with listeners seeking depth and atmosphere in alternative rock.