Van Halen - Hang ’Em High lyrics
[Van Halen - Hang ’Em High lyrics]
Somewhere, he lost it in a turn
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove
First come, first served
He's serving it back
Travels light, without a pack, without love
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own
Late for the hanging
Yes he's heading for the moon
Hang 'em High
Leather, across his thighs
Blasting out the night
He's terrified to drive
One eye on the road, crashed upon his head
One ear to the ground
He's listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own
Late for the hanging
Yes he's heading for the moon
Hang 'em High
Alone to himself
He's laughing up his sleeve
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of Light child of the night
Passing by
Alone to himself
He's laughing up his sleeve
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of Light child of the night
Passing by
Leather 'cross his thigh
Blasting out the night
His cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground
He's listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own
Late for the hangin'
Yes he's headed for the moon
And hang 'em high
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove
First come, first served
He's serving it back
Travels light, without a pack, without love
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own
Late for the hanging
Yes he's heading for the moon
Hang 'em High
Leather, across his thighs
Blasting out the night
He's terrified to drive
One eye on the road, crashed upon his head
One ear to the ground
He's listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own
Late for the hanging
Yes he's heading for the moon
Hang 'em High
Alone to himself
He's laughing up his sleeve
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of Light child of the night
Passing by
Alone to himself
He's laughing up his sleeve
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of Light child of the night
Passing by
Leather 'cross his thigh
Blasting out the night
His cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground
He's listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own
Late for the hangin'
Yes he's headed for the moon
And hang 'em high