The Sons Of Robert Mitchum - Build My Gallows High lyrics
rate meBuild my gallows high, dont leave me hangingFill the auditorium, With the faithful, weak and the braveFill it with false, religious men; Let them pray my soul to saveFill it with my enemies, their friends and my accusersStack the bastards 10 rows deep; Let them stand by my abusersLet them fill their bellies with exotic meats, Earth apples, rice and quincesLet them through to the vomitorium, As my body writhes and wincesLet the ligature around my neck, be true and do it's jobAs the Long Drop waits, my final act, to entertain this heartless mobBuild my gallows high, dont leave me hangingBring on the midget fanfare; Bring on the coloured dancing girls andThe heathens from the colonies; That you stole from the new worldBring my friends and my acquaintancesAnd my surviving sister dearLet them see the point you make of me, Pay homage to your fearBuild my gallows high, dont leave me hangingSave a seat for the money lenders, and save one for my landlordSave some cheap seats for the down on their luck, its all they can affordHelp me lord I would shout out, if I believed that it was soAnd if there is a devil, in passing I will tell him that you mother-f***ersSay helloDont leave me hanging here alive
