They're Hung and I'm Hanging

And this is all I've got
And this is all I've waited for

Another day another headache
Another waste of time
You see the mistrials
We're out of time
The captives screaming
Too see the world
Justice is ruined
Evidence is gold

This is all I got
This is all I've waited for
Dreaming of the day
When I can break free of these chains

By night he's hanging
By day he's dead
It ways the conscience
Inside her head
I hear the singing
A mockingbird
It sings in melodies
To be heard

This is all I got
This is all I've waited for
Dreaming of the day
When I can break free of these chains

This is all I got
This is all I've waited for
Dreaming of the day
When I can break free of these chains

(For this crime, the court sentences you
To be put to death in the manner prescribed by law)



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Boone
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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