Oh lord i am famed
Just said i am fit to swing, bout time I have prayed
My woman just might wear my ring


Oh you know im no good,
You know im no good at court ordered goodbyes


But when im gone youll see ill be a better man yet,
For the dispossession, take it back into your arms

Better keep me close to your heart,
Better keep me close to your heart


The defiant had me cornered in a storm
and it let me walk out the front door
at the scene of the crime


Hang em High, keep your vows brief
let em swing,

Make em swing till it hurts
And if you still believe, that man guilty of love cant survive
Then Hang em high or not at all


oh no




Oh you know it gets hard, it just gets so hard going limp in your arms


I am clutching a smoking gun
there's no chance of me walking out of here alive

This is all very literal,
I cant bring myself around to write an excuse this time


Were liberated by the hearts that are prisoners
were taken hostage by the ones that we break
Throw the book

Throw the book
Throw the book
Throw the book


You had me strung up by the tail and you put me back


Hang em High
Keep your vows brief,
Let em swing

Make em swing till it hurts
And if you still believe, that men guilty of love cant survive then hang em high or not at all


Where did you get the privilege to pardon me?