The Yawpers - Deacon Brodie lyrics

Whoa, you're chaste and rapture steeped No notion could hold me from your body's keep I'm a master of lock and key So, have you heard the noble make mention of my great acclaim In dark on night I loose their spoils, no critic dares to speak my name I built the gallows where they're gonna hang I'm a man by day God by night Break my stride Swing me high Whoa, my love, they've submitted their final plan My soul, it's tethers cut, a device of my own hand But I wanna be your man