Hang the noose by Woodenbox with a fistful of fivers Lyrics

Oh, they cut him loose from his homemade noose
But it's not his fault, not his fault
He paid his crime and hung his body on a line
Oh, they cut him loose from his homemade noose
But it's not his fault, not his fault
He paid his crime and hung his body on a line
And still it's not his fault, not his fault

And his parents cried for his short-lived life
But it's not their fault, not their fault
They could not be what he needed them to be
So is it all their fault, all their fault

And that's just the same
As a holy man with unholy reasons
No one complains
You're a man as well as you're a number

Do they a trial for the friends left in denial and say it's
All their fault, all their fault
They could not be where he needed them to be
So is it all their fault, all their fault
Oh, I tried to stay but he told me go away
So now it's all my fault, is it all my fault?
He let his mind put his body on a line
So now it's all his fault, all his fault

And that's not the same as a plan gone wrong
When the plan's wrong anyway
No one's the same
You're a man first then you're just a number

She said it's all his fault
She said it's all his fault

He let his mind put his body on a line
So now it's all his fault, all his fault
He let his mind put his body on a line
And now it's all his fault, it's all his fault