Van Halen — Hang Em High

Somewhere, he lost it in a turn Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove First come, first served, he's serving it back Travels light, without a pack, without love He comes from nowhere, returns on his own Late for the hanging, yes he's heading for the moon Hang 'em High Leather, across his thighs Blasting out the night, he's terrified to drive One eye on the road, crashed upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead He comes from nowhere, returns on his own Late for the hanging, yes he's heading for the moon Hang 'em High Alone to himself, he's laughing up his sleeve Looking back in anger, the city is relieved Vision of Light Child of the night Passing by [Guitar Solo] Alone to himself, he's laughing up his sleeve Looking back in anger, the city is relieved Vision of Light Child of the night Passing by Leather 'cross his thigh Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own Late for the hangin', yes he's headed for the moon And hang 'em high