Rashomon Roshambo (feat. Christian Erik)

It's my lucky day!
I look just like a criminal
Picked up by police and thrown
Into a lineup

Someone whom I've never met
Tells them that it was me
Then they put me in a cell
And throw away the key

Lucky me!
I'm subjected to police brutality!
They kick me when I am down
Despite all of my pleas

Innocent or not, you get
The same exact treatment
Because you're guilty until they
Can prove your innocence

Get out your torch
And your pitchfork
It feels good to punish perceived enemies
We can reassure ourselves at least we are not them

Happy birthday to me!
I've been locked in here for years
No one came to visit me
Because they were scared

Out of sight, out of mind
It's what we tell ourselves
This helps us forget about the ones
We sent to hell

Get out your torch
And your pitchfork
It feels good to punish perceived enemies
We can reassure ourselves at least we are not them

Get out your torch
And your pitchfork
It feels good to punish perceived enemies
We can reassure ourselves at least we are not them



Credits
Writer(s): Todd Bridgeman
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