Sons Of Robert Mitchum
Sons Of Robert Mitchum - Build My Gallows High lyrics
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Build my gallows high, don't leave me hanging Fill the auditorium, With the faithful, weak and the brave Fill it with false, religious men; Let them pray my soul to save Fill it with my enemies, their friends and my accusers Stack the bastards 10 rows deep; Let them stand by my abusers Let them fill their bellies with exotic meats, Earth apples, rice and quinces Let them through to the vomitorium, As my body writhes and winces Let the ligature around my neck, be true and do it's job As the Long Drop waits, my final act, to entertain this heartless mob Build my gallows high, don't leave me hanging Bring on the midget fanfare; Bring on the coloured dancing girls and The heathens from the colonies; That you stole from the new world Bring my friends and my acquaintances And my surviving sister dear Let them see the point you make of me, Pay homage to your fear Build my gallows high, don't leave me hanging Save a seat for the money lenders, and save one for my landlord Save some cheap seats for the down on their luck, it's all they can afford “Help me lord” I would shout out, if I believed that it was so And if there is a devil, in passing I will tell him that you mother-f***ers Say “hello” Don't leave me hanging here alive