oh lord, I am saved judge says I'm fit to swing 'bout time, I have prayed
my woman just might wear my ring
oh you know I'm no good you know I'm no good at court ordered goodbyes
but when I'm gone you'll see I'll be a better man yet for the dispossessed get taken back into your arms
better keep me close to your heart you'd better keep me close to your heart
the divine had me cornered in a storm and let me walk out the front door at the scene of the crime
hang 'em high keep your vows brief
let him swing make his swindle an art
and if you still believe that men guilty of love can survive, then hang 'em high or not at all
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 can't bring myself around to write an excuse this time
we're liberated by the hearts that imprison us we're take hostage by the ones we break
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 swingmake his swindle an art
and if you still believe that men guilty of love can survive, then hang 'em high or not at all
where did you get the privilege to pardon me?