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I stood before the judge that day as he refused me bail |
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And I knew that I would spend my time awaiting trial in jail |
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I said, "There is no justice" as they led me out the door |
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And the judge said, "This isn't a court of justice son, this is a court of law" |
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They first sent me to Windsor and then to stoke on Trent |
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In a holding cell in Liverpool three days and nights I spent |
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My solicitor can't find me, my family don't know |
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I keep telling them that I'm innocent they say |
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"Come on son, in you go" |
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And I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven't done |
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Here I sit in F wing waiting for my trial to come |
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It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands |
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Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand |
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I ended up in this jail built in 1882 |
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One man to one prison cell was a Victorian value |
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Now three of us are squeezed in here and you can't escape the smell |
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Of that bucket in the corner and we eat in here as well |
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They let me out of this cage to slop that bucket out |
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To get my food and bring it back and if I'm lucky, get a shower |
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Apart from one hour's exercise, I'm locked in here all day |
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You don't turn criminals into citizens by treating them this way |
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Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs? |
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With judges quick to sentence more down from above |
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It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands |
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Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand |
