Mastro Titta by Giant Bird Lyrics

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 out the life 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 a miss
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