Pigs Is Pigs
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 I'm no good
You know I'm no good at court ordered goodbyes
But when I'm gone you'll 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 is 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?