Get on with it
Put off the fuss you chickenshit
Get on with it
Can't you see it's time to quit
I seen three men hanging from a sycamore
Their bodies were stiff as a 2 x 4
And their heads were tilted towards the dirt
And it ain't been long since they been up there
That their bodies turned cold hangin in the air
They mighta froze before that noose got to them
Get on with it
Put off the fuss you chickenshit
Get on with it
Can't you see it's time to quit
Old scratch has dealt us a dirty hand
He had the look of a saint but the greed of a man
And his face was worn and wrinkled like a leather book
And if I put this revolver to my head
Will God turn against me instead
Of taking pity on a broken man?
Get on with it
Get on with it
Get on with it
Get on with it
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