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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's seen
It's a shame all the jury knew the accused Because 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 care 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 in a drunken haze Gave them retribution 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 a wild and restless sea Some will care and some will steal the last breath that you breathe from you From you, from you