There's a blind man in the witness stand
With three young men's lives in his hands,
There's a poor boy who stood at the scene
Who'll be haunted by the dirty things he'd seen
It's a shame all the jury knew the accused
'cause now they're running free
When they left her cold and bruised
There's a chalked white line stained with blood
Sorry mr. jones, we did all we could
There's a whole lot of people out there
And they're all running free,
Some will kill and some will steal
The last breath that you breathe from you,
From you,
So mr. jones in a cruel twist of fate,
Found the perpetrators, they're in a drunken haze,
Gave them retributions for their twisted ways,
Now he's going down for years instead of days,
There's a whole lot of people out there
And they're all the rest he see,
Some will kill and some will steal
The last breath that you breathe from you,
From you,
From you.
