The Heretic

Ropes been laid out, the gallows built in the night
Made from pine and cedar, grown from the mountainside
Tomorrow they'll let out their ghost, controlled my hands
Set fire to the steeple and return to the land

By the time I took to runnin', the air smelt of smoke and death
Hounds howlin' though the air, the curse of bastards on my breath
Found me at the river, I heard the pistols crack
Saw that water freeze when I heard the sheriff's laugh

I am much too high, and the gold will never last
Prison much too long, and sore on my back
Then take me to the gallows, out there behind the church
Keep your pyres, gold, and prisons for all of their worth

Oh, I'm swingin' like an apple in the middle of the air
Friends, family, and enemies all gathered in the square
13 knots behind my old head
Drum roll, pull the switch, and I kick it 'til you're dead



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Kilcrease
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