Текст песни Murder By Death - Three Men Hanging
Murder By Death - Three Men Hanging слова песни
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.