Crime For Crime

Big day has come, bell is sounding I run my hands through my hair one last time Outside the prison walls 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 and 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 Standing at the gallows everyone turned my way I hear a voice ask me if I've any last words to say I'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes And somewhere in a woman's arms the baby cries And I say guilt and innocence they are a matter of degree What is justice to you might not be justice to me I went too far, I'm sorry, I guess now I'm going home So let he amongst you cast the first stone Yeah, now a days we have all kinds of complicated machines So no one person ever has to have blood on their hands We've complex organizations, if everyone just does their job No one person ever 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 You might get a lethal injection 'cause we take metaphor that far The big day has come and my bell is sounding And I run my hands 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