Three Men Hanging Lyrics - Murder By Death

Get on with it 

Put off the fuss you chickenshit 

Get on with it 

Can't you see it's time to quit 

I seen three men hanging from a sycamore 

Their bodies were stiff as a 2 x 4 

And their heads were tilted towards the dirt 

And it ain't been long since they been up there 

That their bodies turned cold hangin in the air 

They mighta froze before that noose got to them 

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 

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And if I put this revolver to my head 

Will God turn against me instead 

of taking pity on a broken man? 

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