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I'm finally getting around to making palettes for the entire Murder by Death album Who Will Survive and What Will Be Left of Them

this is song four, three men hanging

you can see more about the albums story here.




Get on with it
Put off the fuss you chickensh**
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 chickensh**
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. (x4)