Ballad Of Mr. Jones
There's a blind man in the witness standWith three young men's lives in his handsThere's a poor boy who stood at the sceneWho'll be haunted by the dirty things he's seen
It's a shame all the jury knew the accused'Cos now they're running free when they left her cold and bruisedThere's a chalked white line stained with bloodSorry Mr. Jones, we did all we could
There's a whole lot of people out there and they're all running freeSome will care and some will steal the last breath that you breatheFrom you, from you
So Mr. Jones in a cruel twist of fateFound the perpetrators in a drunken hazeGave them retribution for their twisted waysNow 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 youFrom you, from you