Billy Morgan-Men They Couldn't Hang

[ti:Billy Morgan] [ar:Men They Couldn't Hang] [al:The Shooting] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Billy Morgan - Men They Couldn't Hang [00:06.38]Morgan the man with no tan [00:09.01] [00:10.29]Comes in on the midday train [00:12.80] [00:14.38]Takes a room in the pensione down by the beach [00:20.44] [00:23.62]Unwraps his pistol counts out the bullets beside it [00:29.35] [00:32.73]Four bullets two men [00:34.68]It's certain with two bullets each [00:38.06] [00:41.96]Down in the town the old men sit round by the harbour [00:47.11] [00:49.92]Watch as the tourists break all ettiquette in the bars [00:55.77] [00:57.81]At twilight the festival starts with a feast in the plaza [01:02.91] [01:06.26]Followed by music and wine fireworks and cigars [01:11.34] [01:14.32]Twilight arrives the streets come alive [01:17.94]The mayor and the chief watch it begin [01:20.69] [01:21.85]A girl on a bike turns very businesslike [01:25.58]Leaves fifty grand and a pardon for her sins [01:28.67] [01:32.24]Goodbye Billy Morgan [01:35.03] [01:35.90]Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli [01:38.54] [01:39.67]You can taste your death in every silent breath [01:43.36]Fear the curse thought the enemy [01:46.28] [01:47.75]Fear the curse thought the enemy [01:50.19] [02:01.13]On morgan's cheap TV the ministers agree at the summit [02:05.58] [02:08.02]In a room straight above there's a couple [02:10.45]Making love with a cheer [02:13.37] [02:16.16]Out across the water the statue of christ throws a shadow [02:21.02] [02:23.82]It falls across the city to the window of the volunteer [02:28.16] [02:30.87]On the avenue de france a beggar does a dance [02:34.63]Sells chocolate to the marching band in masks [02:37.15] [02:38.20]The gaudia civil get a tip about a kill [02:41.30] [02:42.14]Morgan doubts but no ones out to ask [02:44.77] [02:47.95]Goodbye Billy Morgan [02:50.27] [02:51.48]Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli [02:54.06] [02:55.12]You can taste your death in every silent breath [02:58.87]Fear the curse thought the enemy [03:01.70] [03:03.03]Fear the curse thought the enemy [03:05.49] [03:16.47]The festivals begun [03:17.48]Morgan tucks the gun inside his jacket [03:20.33] [03:23.57]Walks towards the plaza singing [03:25.49]Boys of the old brigade [03:28.37] [03:31.01]Is followed by a rifle [03:32.68]Confronted by the guards at the corner [03:36.22] [03:38.68]Lifts his hands like the statue and dies in the fusillade [03:43.66] [03:44.51]Now the gunfire's heard someone gives the word [03:48.37]Fireworks crash the marching band turns right [03:51.03] [03:52.03]Someone in a mask throws a bomb does the task [03:55.49]Rides of with the girl on the back of a motorbike [03:58.26] [04:01.18]Goodbye Billy Morgan [04:03.88] [04:05.00]Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli [04:07.45] [04:08.48]You can taste your death in every silent breath [04:11.82] [04:12.35]Fear the curse thought the enemy [04:14.96] [04:16.51]Fear the curse thought the enemy [04:18.84] [04:19.92]Fear the curse thought the enemy