Prisoner’s Song

Tried, put up on trial
Falsely accused
An innocent man

Tried, put up on trial
Falsely accused
An innocent man

Newspapermen on the steps of the jail
The streets and the sidewalks are packed
Fast talking men sell commemorative coins
With the face of the judge on the back

Silence descends as the prisoner walks
Past his family and friends in the crow
There’s a fortune to make if you keep your mouth shut
As you witness your neighbor go down to bе

Tried, put up on trial
Falsely accused
An innocеnt man

Celebrities weep as the verdict is read
And ask, “Where has the decency gone?”
Glib politicians start saying their prayers
As soon as the cameras turn on

They’re calling for justice, the kind that has teeth
The kind that has both eyes to see
For what good is revenge if it’s wasted on men
Who won’t drag weaker men through the street to be

Tried, put up on trial
Falsely accused
An innocent man

Tried, put up on trial
Falsely accused
An innocent man

Tried, put up on trial
Falsely accused
An innocent man

He was tried, put up on trial
Falsely accused
An innocent man

He was tried, put up on trial
Falsely accused
An innocent man