Glory Hallelujah
They're gonna hang you from the cypress tree
I guess the bloodstains on the blanket don't lie, don't
But I think it's only fair to warn you
Yeah, they're gonna hang you from the cypress tree
Oh, tell me do you believe?
Well I guess I saw it comin'
They're gonna hang you from the cypress tree
Oh, tell me now do you believe?
The crowd gonna cheer when they see you swinging
That there's a storm that's coming up on you
And like the wind and the rain my words are direct, yeah
Yeah, tell me now do you believe?
Do you believe me?
Yeah, they're gonna hang you from the cypress tree
The crowd gonna cheer when they see you swing
But through this crime I have survived, yeah
It's a funny word, 'Friends'
And I bow my head with utmost respect, yeah
The crowd gonna cheer when they see you swing, swing, swing
I raise my glass up to you
Like a boy I just kept runnin'
They're gonna hang you from the cypress tree
You get beginnings and you got ends
Yeah, they're gonna hang you from the cypress tree
I guess I'll see you when we're ashes again, yeah
