2 Songwriters 200 Songs

Well, okay, I′ve been accused,
I was down, down, down, hurt and abused;
judges pranced in front of me,
gavels pounding hard, "You′ll never be free!"
Bleeding hearts and bleeding shame,
all the witnesses spit out my name.
Prosecutors bare their teeth,
I don′t think I can stand more of this.
Let the liars float in your compassion,
jail the judges, lose the keys.
Hypocrites and never-do-wells
swearing holy oaths, this courtroom smells.
The jury′s breathing hate and doom;
not a friendly soul within in this room.
So my fate seems signed and sealed,
should I give up now, surrender, yield?
Never mind what you will see,
you′ll see it all on Court TV.



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