Old hope, got stuck in your throat   Wound its way round your neck, and caused you to choke   That old hope, made of rope,   Held you tight as the chair legs broke      When they found you hanging in the wood   You said, "At least, now, I don't have to be kind or good,   I'll be cruel, and I'll be obscene,   Tear out my tongue, cos I've been redeemed"      When they found you hanging in the wood   You said, "At least, now, I don't have to be kind or good,   I'll be cruel, and I'll be obscene,   Tear out my tongue, cos I've been redeemed"      Save my blushes for the grave,   No shy glance, no coy restraint,   And I won't hang my head, and I won't repent,   Won't face the wall and count to ten      Five, six, seven, eight, nine... ten      Well they tore you down, and they tore out your tongue,   And they made you kneel for all the things that you done   But you wouldn't cry, and you wouldn't beg,   You just grinned, and tore out your teeth instead      And when they found you hanging in the wood   You said, "At least, now, I don't have to be kind or good,   I'll be cruel, and I'll be obscene,   Tear out my tongue, cos I've been redeemed"