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? --- Pigs Is Pigs - Every Time I Die