Youngblood Supercult - The Great American Death Rattle

Mr. Gallows

Looked up at the hanging tree
It looked back down at me
Thought it might swallow me up

I know where my fate lies
Up towards the gray sky
On the sturdiest branch of the bunch

I may be a child
By my eyes they glow wild
When I catch just a trace of blood

When the gunfighters yell
And that gunpowder smell
It hits me and I know I'm the one

Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows
Don't have no mercy on me
Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune
From the branch of the old hanging tree

I think I was born bad
My mama once said that
I'd never make much of a man

I'm a cold-blooded kid
With a sinister grin
And it's nice to know just what I am

Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows
Don't have no mercy on me
Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune
From the branch of the old hanging tree

Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows
Don't have no mercy on me
Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune
From the branch of the old hanging tree

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Writer(s): Bailey Smith
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