Lyrics The Hangman’s Wooing - Pig

The Hangman’s Wooing

I’ll be your rock and your ruin
The hangman’s wooing
Your rock and your ruin
The hangman’s wooing
I’ve been delivered
I’ve seen the night
I feel you coming
The darkest light
You had me over a barrel or two
One in my hand and one in you
And one in you baby
One in you
I’ll be rock and your ruin
The hangman’s wooing
Your eyes still flicker but I hear you cooing
I’m your rock and you ruin
Your hatred’s stewing
I need your winning like I need your losing
With a little knuckle
The joy I felt
Bend right over
And here we melt
The sweetest silence
Is born of violence
All that’s said and done
Now here I come
Here I come now
I’ll be rock and your ruin
The hangman’s wooing
Your eyes still flicker but I hear you cooing
I’m your rock and you ruin
Your hatred’s stewing
I need your winning like I need your losing
I fit the buckle
And you fit the belt
I’ll take the back door baby
And here we melt
This underbelly and your outer reaches
Slay me slowly, no bitter speeches
I’ll be rock and your ruin
The hangman’s wooing
Your eyes still flicker but I hear you cooing
I’m your rock and you ruin
Your hatred’s stewing
I need your winning like I need your losing