Mastro Titta

This year I've executed half a dozen men
Next year I plan on doing it again
An axe or a mallet or a guillotine instead
I'm who they call when they need off with someone's head

The lord bestows upon me
The right to punish

Is my robe really red
Is it colored from the blood
Squirting from the neck
While their head is in the mud
When there's nobody left
For me to rip the life out of
My wife and I sell umbrellas painted with love

I am the master of justice
I am the master of justice
I am the master of justice
I am the master of justice

67 years, I've felt a bit amiss
How did I live my life like this

I hold his head up high
And watch his body lie
On the ground
He's dead



Credits
Writer(s): Fidel Vasquez
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