Clyde and the Milltailers - The Heretic
Ropes been laid outGallows built in the night
Made from pine and ceder grown from the mountain side
Tomorrow they'll let out
The ghost that controlled my hand
Set fire to the steeple and return to the land
By the time I took to running
The air smelt of smoke and death
Hounds howling though the air
The curse of bastards on my breath
When they found me at the river I heard the pistols crack
I saw that water freeze when I heard the sheriffs laugh
The pyre much to high
And the gold will never last
Prison much to long and sore on my back
When they take me to the gallows
Out there behind the church
Keep your pyres gold and prisons for all of their worth
Oh I'm swinging like and apple
In the middle of the air
Friends family and enemies
All gathered in the square
Thirteen knots behind my old head
Drum roll pull the switch
Kicking till you're dead
Written by:
Steve Kilcrease
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