Pigs Is Pigs

Oh Lord I am saved
Judge says I am fit to swing
'Bout time I have prayed
My woman just might wear my ringOh you know I'm no good
You know I'm no good
At court ordered goodbyesBut when I'm gone you'll see, I'll be a better man yet
For the dispossession, take it back in to your arms
Better keep me close to your heart
You better keep me close to your heartThe defiant had me cornered in a store
And it let me walk out the front door
At the scene of the crimeHang 'em high, keep your thoughts 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 allOh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh you know it gets hard
It just gets so hard going limp in your armsI'm approaching 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 timeWe're liberated by the hearts that are prisoners
We're taken hostage by the ones that we break
Throw the book, throw the book
Throw the book, throw the bookYou had me strung up by the tail
And you put me backHang 'em high, keep your thoughts 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 allWhere did you get the privilege to pardon me?