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 |