Murder By d**h - Three Men Hanging (live) lyrics

Get on with it Put off the fuss you chickensh** Get on with it Can't you see it's time to quit I seen three men hanging from a sycamore Their bodies were stiff as a 2 x 4 And their heads were tilted towards the dirt And it ain't been long since they been up there That their bodies turned cold hangin in the air They mighta froze before that noose got to them 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?