Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
We're taken hostage by the ones that we break
At court ordered goodbyes
Oh you know I'm no good
Throw the book, throw the book
It just gets so hard going limp in your arms
Throw the book, throw the book
And if you still believe that men guilty of love can't survive
My woman just might wear my ring
And it let me walk out the front door
I'm approaching a smoking gun
Then hang 'em high or not at all
And you put me back
At the scene of the crime
There's no chance of me walking out of here alive
We're liberated by the hearts that are prisoners
You had me strung up by the tail
Oh you know it gets hard
You know I'm no good
I can't bring myself around to write an excuse this time
But when I'm gone you'll see, I'll be a better man yet
Hang 'em high, keep your thoughts breached
This is all very literal
You better keep me close to your heart
Let 'em swing, make 'em swing till it hurts
Better keep me close to your heart
Then hang 'em high or not at all
Let 'em swing, make 'em swing till it hurts
Hang 'em high, keep your thoughts breached
The defiant had me cornered in a store
And if you still believe that men guilty of love can't survive
'Bout time I have prayed
For the dispossession, take it back in to your arms
