The D.A. is dressed to the nines
In the mirror he practices all his lines
To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor
I?m guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads ?the man hangs, but the jury doesn?t?
And everybody?s looking for relief
The united states versus disbelief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of the argument
from face to floor the body falls like bachelors or bad luck girls
Only breathing with the aid of the knife
Can?t help it
Can?t share
That you could be the cause of that casket
Baby forget if his head lays here
Isn?t it tragic
He glances at his pew sitting seven to twelve sacked
On one to six the gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of girls daring and bravado
City streets in a cell not withstanding what we don?t know
Hang on the rope and paint it black
Whichever you prefer
And everybody?s looking for relief
A bidding war for what old friends greet
The calls for chick and the calls for true
Now a work that I can make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The best place for whichever headline writes
Can?t help it
Can?t share
That you could be the cause of that casket
Baby forget if his head lays here
Isn?t it tragic
First class suit and tie
I?m desperate
Sing and die
Can?t talk my way out of anything
The folder lets us turn it to the above and totaled actions
We find the defendant guilty
Can?t help it
Can?t share
That you could be the cause of that casket
Baby forget if his head lays here
Isn?t it tragic