Oh Lord, I am saved   Judge says I am fit to swing   'Bout time, I have prayed my woman just might wear my ring   Oh you know I'm no good,    You know I'm no good at court ordered goodbyes   But when I'm gone you'll see I'll be a better man yet   For the dispossessed get taken back into your arms   Better keep me close to your heart   You'd better keep me close to your heart   The divine had me cornered in a storm and it let me walk out the front door at the scene of the crime   Hang 'em high, keep your vows brief   Let him swing, make his swindle an art   and if you still believe that men guilty of love can survive, then hang 'em high or not at all    Oh you know it gets hard    It just gets so hard going limp in your arms   I am clutching a smoking gun   there is no chance of me walking out of here alive    This is all very literal    I can't bring myself around to write an excuse this time   We're liberated by the hearts that imprison us   We're taken hostage by the ones that we break   Throw the book   You had me strung up by the table and you put me back   Hang 'em high    Keep your vows brief    Let 'em swing   Make his swindle an art   If you still believe that men guilty of love can survive, then hang 'em high or not at all   Where did you get the privilege to pardon me?