Walking down that long aisle,
Whistling songs all the while,
On the way to my trial,
Question is who to dial, and what plea to file.
The guards are yelling jeers,
The prisoners are giving me leers,
And in it all stands my solitary mother in tears,
Don’t be afraid she says you’ll always be my dear.
Cameras are flashing like a sea of stars,
Their blinding light like a caravan of cars,
At least I’ll never again be behind bars.
Was that the sound of applause?
I wonder, what was the cause?
Please God no long pause.
The verdict is in,
I knew what it would be,
I knew they would never set me free.
Not to say that I feel guilt,
It’s the scales of justice that are tilt.
It’s not a trial it’s a show,
To the chair, I must go,
One last word and that is no!
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