Three Man Hanging Lyrics

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
Get on with it
put off
the fuss you chickenshit
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
get on with it
get on with it