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Şarkı Sözleri Get on with it, put off the fuss you chicken shit Get on with it, can't you see it's time to quit I seen three men hangin' from a sycamore Their bodies were stiff as a two by four And their heads were tilted down towards the ground And it ain't been long since they been up there That their bodies turned cold hangin' in that air And they might have froze before that news got to them Get on with it, put off the fuss you chicken shit 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 the 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