Hangman’s Daughter by The Bastard Legion

Based on the Bastard Legion books by Gavin G Smith.

Written by Andrew Cunningham
Directed by Ceri Williams
Director of Photography: Cédric Hauteville
Edited by Matt Evans
2nd Unit Director & Art Department: Bill Thomas
Web Design by Brass Comet

The Bastard Legion are:
Vocals: Chloe Isherwood
Drums: Dan Tull
Bass: Andy Nuttall
Guitars: Andrew Cunningham & Matt Evans
Backing Vocals: Ceri Williams & Yvonne Cunningham

Cast:
Kiera Thomas as Miska

Thanks To:
Tomás Almeida
Stevie Finegan
Craig Leyenaar
Britney Sankey
Rich Steedman
Tom Battock
Ed Gray
James Phillips
Karma
Maratus
Three-Sphere
Mark Stay

The Bastard Legion Books are published by Gollancz.

Lyrics:
Live your life, tryna’ make your own place,
Left a path of mayhem and slaughter,
Keep takin’ off, at your own damn pace,
Ain’t got no time for the hangman –

Kickin’ down in a dirty old bar and your
Tryna think if you been here before
Pretty sure you were in here drownin’
Find it kinda hard to tell anymore,

Everyone one o’ them knows they wanna ask you,
How many times you gotta hear the same rhyme,
They wanna know if you wanna get outta here,
You’ll be gone in your own down time,

But then you know that your past’ll catch up to you,
And you know it’s gonna want your head,
Do you know where you’re gonna go now?
Start to think you’d be better off –

Live your life, tryna’ make your own place,
Left a path of mayhem and slaughter,
Keep takin’ off, at your own damn pace,
Ain’t got no time for the hangman –

Another morning and you wake up thirsty,
-Then again you know it ain’t nothing new,
Make your choice and you set about working,
I guess you know you’ve nothing better to do

Heaven knows that the job ain’t easy,
Know you never woulda took it if it was,
No time for incorporated mercy,
You still focused on your own lost cause,

But then you know that your past’ll catch up to you,
And you know it’s gonna want your head,
Do you know where you’re gonna go now?
Start to think you’d be better off –

So many lives, layin’ at your hand,
Left a path of mayhem and slaughter,
So sick of running, time to make your stand,
Turn your guns, on the hangman –

You force a smile and nod of your head,
All laughs and threats when you’re one of the crowd,
When you’re alone and your speech is all said,
The chorus roars in the silence so loud,

With every verse you remember the sound,
And each note drops, while your memories drown,
They say what goes around comes around,
Your bed is made but you refuse to lay down,

But then you know that your that your past is calling you,
And you know it’s gonna want your head,
Do you know where you’re gonna go now?
Start to think you’d be better off –

So many lives, layin’ at your hand,
Left a path of mayhem and slaughter,
Start to think you’ll take your final breath,
‘Cause you can’t run from the hangman,
The hangman’s daughter,
The hangman’s daughter