Pigs Is Pigs

Oh Lord I am saved

Judge 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 I'll be a better man yet

For the disposition, 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 store

And he 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 can't 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'm clutching a smoking gun

There's no chance of me walking out of here alive

This is all very literal

I can't bring myself around to write an excuse this time

We're liberated by the hearts that imprison us

We're 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 thought breached

Let 'em swing

Make 'em swing till it hurts

And if you still believe

That men guilty of love can't survive

Then hang 'em high or not at all

Where did you get the privilege to pardon me?