Three Men Hanging — текст песни (Murder By Death)

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

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.