Murder By Death:Three Men Hanging

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“Three Men Hanging”
Artist: Murder By Death
Albums: Who Will Survive And What Will Be Left Of Them? (2003)

Get on with it
Put off the fuss you chickenshit
Get on with it
Can't you see its time to quit?
I seen three men hangin' from a sycamore their bodies were stiff as a two by four
And their heads were tilted down towards the ground
And it ain't been long since they been up there that their bodies turned cold hangin' in that air
And they might have froze before that noose got to them

Get on with it
Put off the fuss you chickenshit
Get on with it
Can't you see its time to quit?
Old scratch has dealt us a dirty hand
He had the look of a saint but the greed of a man and his face was worn and wrinkled like a leather book
And if I put this revolver to my head will God turn against me instead of taking pity on a broken man?

Get on with it
Get on with it
Get on with it
Get on with it