Breaking into home at night
The thief had a nasty fright
Filled his foolish head with ale
Wake in the morn in the county jail
Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway
The artist with his daunting skill
Tried his hand at painting bills
But caught in the rain he was undone
When the ink he'd use did start run
The next one with his smile and sweets
Stole poor children off the streets
To men who dressed unsavory
He sold them into slavery
Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway
Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway
Milan 92 - Three Dead Men Lyrics
Milan 92 - Three Dead Men Lyrics
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Breaking into home at night
The thief had a nasty fright
Filled his foolish head with ale
Wake in the morn in the county jail
Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway
The artist with his daunting skill
Tried his hand at painting bills
But caught in the rain he was undone
When the ink he'd use did start run
The next one with his smile and sweets
Stole poor children off the streets
To men who dressed unsavory
He sold them into slavery
Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway
Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway
The thief had a nasty fright
Filled his foolish head with ale
Wake in the morn in the county jail
Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway
The artist with his daunting skill
Tried his hand at painting bills
But caught in the rain he was undone
When the ink he'd use did start run
The next one with his smile and sweets
Stole poor children off the streets
To men who dressed unsavory
He sold them into slavery
Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway
Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway
Writer: Milan Kožíšek
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