(Intro)
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45 minutes he hung there alive
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For 45 minutes
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And then he died
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(Verse)
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The preacher gave his sermon, told folks to kill that vermin
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Trap door dropped open, the rope snapped tight
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But still he up there squirmin'
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Alive, hangin' in the heat
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Hear him gaspin', kick his feet
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Mortified people screamin' in fright
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But the little kids think it's sweet
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(Verse 2)
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Hey yo, the executioner, send em to Lucifer
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Appear with the cross, call me the crucifer
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Trip the damn door, body parts kickin'
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And dangles, the strand around the neck as he, he strangles
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The crowd grows, anticipation soars
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Thirsty for death and they wanna see mo'
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Cheers to their throne, time lingers on
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Sadistically watchin', kickin' dirt till he's gone
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(Hook)
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Sweet Lord Jesus, please take his life (15 minutes)
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This endless torture (he's swingin' and swingin')
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Dark clouds above us (blue is the sky, 30 minutes)
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I know you see us (he's swingin' and swingin')
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When will this end? (This horror show, 45 minutes)
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His feet are kickin', he's swingin'
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(Verse 3)
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Sun beats on his hood
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The knot is tightened good
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His arms are tied up behind his back
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Shit, kill him, someone should
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His neck is strechin' longer
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The rope is that much stronger
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His body sways in a gentle breeze
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The sight is somethin' somber
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(Verse 4)
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His feet dangle and his throat gets tangled
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With a rope that strangles every bit of breath that's left
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Outta his body until nothing's left
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And I gotta be honest, I feel it in my chest
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I'mma witness with a sickness
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Who love's to watch em hang from a distance
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Victim swingin' until they're all witless
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45 minutes, at least someone end this
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(Interlude)
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What kept him alive? (15 minutes)
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For all those growing minutes
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(He's swingin' and swingin')
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The people did nothin' but stare
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(Blue is the sky) (30 minutes)
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Fixated on his torture
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(He's swingin' and swingin')
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(When will this end?)
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They had all the time in the world
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(45 minutes)
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To wait for him to die
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(He's swingin')
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(Verse 5)
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Turnin' green like fix me
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Lookin' hella trippy
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15, less than a full whole 60 minutes of life
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With silence of sight
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Will two wrongs combine together in an effort to make things right?!
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Why are there signs of crime soaked in violence
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Everyone stands still like a bunch of stone giants
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Lookin' down on him as he swings and sway
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He will not die until the muthafuckas all go away
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(Verse 6)
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He swings, jerks, a vulture nearby lurks
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As he spins up on that rope, we wonder if it hurts
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Hear him gasp for breath, his soul is fighting death
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If he gives up and let's go, show's over, nothing's left
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(Hook)
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Sweet Lord Jesus, please take his life (15 minutes)
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This endless torture (he's swingin' and swingin')
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Dark clouds above us (blue is the sky, 30 minutes)
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I know you see us (he's swingin' and swingin')
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When will this end? (This horror show, 45 minutes)
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His feet are kickin', he's swingin'
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45 Minutes
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