The Hangman’s Wooing - Pig

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