Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson



So you found yourself a killer

The one with blue eyes

I guess the bloodstains on the blanket don't lie

Well i guess i saw it comin'

Like a boy i just kept runnin'

But through this crime i have survived



Chorus:

They're gonna hang you from the cypress tree

The crowd gonna cheer when they see you swing

Yeah they're gonna hang you from the cypress tree

Tell me now do you believe?



Glory hallelujah

I raise my glass up to you

And i bow my head with utmost respect

But i think it's only fair to warn you

That there's a storm that's coming up on you

And like the wind and the rain

My words are direct



Chorus



It's a funny word 'friends'

You get beginnings and you got ends

I guess i'll see you when we're ashes again