The Hanging

We don't know what we're thinking
You wanna see us cry
Shouting at the change before
We catch on fire
Am a raging history, leading from the nose
Calling out the century before
The ice could froze

Riding in on horseback, firing off the shots
Pretending to be cavalry, which we were not
Bring me to the hangman
Drop me down the hole
I won't be making excuses like I did before

The cart fills up the sidewalk
The horses in the barn
Shouting through the morning mist
Setting off the alarm
If they'd never given thought to giving up
First they'd have to
Realize enough's enough
First they'd have to
Realize enough's enough

Sheriff's got his gold star
Man has got his chain
Neither one is ready to go through that again
If they'd never thought to giving up
Made up their minds for them
Enough's enough
We made up their minds for them
Enough's enough