| Song | A Hanging Matter |
| Artist | In Legend |
| Album | Ballads 'n' Bullets |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When the stranger came to town | |
| He didn’t mean to cause disconcertment | |
| He never really had a chance since | |
| Nonconformity | |
| Was their reason to break down | |
| His well pleased independence | |
| Cause it didn’t quite comply | |
| With their own life-understanding | |
| Look, he’s sent to the gallows | |
| He stands up straight and sings: | |
| Yeah – | |
| Bless yourself | |
| You’ll never take | |
| Nor will you make | |
| My spirit break | |
| (And) all the people looking blank | |
| Not a single soul objecting | |
| As the freethinker’s head sank while | |
| Re-established truth | |
| Did stabilize their peace | |
| Suppressing the distracting | |
| But evil begets evil – | |
| So they can’t suppress his tune | |
| He stands up straight and sings - | |
| Yeah – | |
| Bless yourself | |
| You’ll never take | |
| Nor will you make | |
| My spirit break | |
| People that we are – | |
| They are the people that we are – | |
| The fuckin’ people that we are… | |
| And so he sings: | |
| Can’t you – | |
| Can’t you see that my heart’s so pure? | |
| Yeah – | |
| Bless yourself | |
| You’ll never take | |
| Nor will you make | |
| My spirit break |
| When the stranger came to town | |
| He didn' t mean to cause disconcertment | |
| He never really had a chance since | |
| Nonconformity | |
| Was their reason to break down | |
| His well pleased independence | |
| Cause it didn' t quite comply | |
| With their own lifeunderstanding | |
| Look, he' s sent to the gallows | |
| He stands up straight and sings: | |
| Yeah | |
| Bless yourself | |
| You' ll never take | |
| Nor will you make | |
| My spirit break | |
| And all the people looking blank | |
| Not a single soul objecting | |
| As the freethinker' s head sank while | |
| Reestablished truth | |
| Did stabilize their peace | |
| Suppressing the distracting | |
| But evil begets evil | |
| So they can' t suppress his tune | |
| He stands up straight and sings | |
| Yeah | |
| Bless yourself | |
| You' ll never take | |
| Nor will you make | |
| My spirit break | |
| People that we are | |
| They are the people that we are | |
| The fuckin' people that we are | |
| And so he sings: | |
| Can' t you | |
| Can' t you see that my heart' s so pure? | |
| Yeah | |
| Bless yourself | |
| You' ll never take | |
| Nor will you make | |
| My spirit break |
| When the stranger came to town | |
| He didn' t mean to cause disconcertment | |
| He never really had a chance since | |
| Nonconformity | |
| Was their reason to break down | |
| His well pleased independence | |
| Cause it didn' t quite comply | |
| With their own lifeunderstanding | |
| Look, he' s sent to the gallows | |
| He stands up straight and sings: | |
| Yeah | |
| Bless yourself | |
| You' ll never take | |
| Nor will you make | |
| My spirit break | |
| And all the people looking blank | |
| Not a single soul objecting | |
| As the freethinker' s head sank while | |
| Reestablished truth | |
| Did stabilize their peace | |
| Suppressing the distracting | |
| But evil begets evil | |
| So they can' t suppress his tune | |
| He stands up straight and sings | |
| Yeah | |
| Bless yourself | |
| You' ll never take | |
| Nor will you make | |
| My spirit break | |
| People that we are | |
| They are the people that we are | |
| The fuckin' people that we are | |
| And so he sings: | |
| Can' t you | |
| Can' t you see that my heart' s so pure? | |
| Yeah | |
| Bless yourself | |
| You' ll never take | |
| Nor will you make | |
| My spirit break |