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The big day has come
The bell is sounding
I run my hands through my hair one last time
Outside the prison walls
The town is gathering
People are trading
Crime for crime
Everyone needs to see the prisoner
They need to make it even easier
They see me as a symbol
Not a human being
That way they can kill me
Say it's not murder, it's a metaphor
We are killing off our own failure
And starting clean
I'm standing in the gallows
Everyone turned my way
I hear a voice ask me
If I've got any last words to say
I'm looking out over
The field of familiar eyes
Somewhere in a woman's arms, a baby cries
And I think guilt and innocence
They are a matter of degree
What is justice to you might not be justice to me
I went to far and I'm sorry
I guess now I'm going home
So let he amongst you
Cast the first stone
Yeah, nowadays we have all kinds of complicated machines
So no one person ever has to have blood on their hands
We have got complex organizations
And if everyone just does their job
No one person has to understand
Yeah, you might be the wrong color
Yeah, you might just be too poor
Justice isn't something just anyone can afford
Yeah, you might not pull the trigger
You might be out in the car
And you might get a lethal injection
'Cause we take metaphors that far
The big day has come
And the bell is sounding
And I run my hand through my hair one last time
Outside the prison walls
The town has gathered
People are trading
Crime for crime
People are trading
Crime for crime
People are still trading
Crime for crime
Yeah, people are still trading
Crime for crime
People are still trading
Crime for crime
Yeah, people are still trading
Crime for crime
Oh, yeah, people are still trading
Crime for crime
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