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It crawls on his back won't ever let him be
Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can
Breathe
His eyes have gone away escaping over time
He rules a crowded nation inside his mind
He knows that night like his hand
He knows every move he made
Late shift the bell that rang a time card won't fade
[10:05 his truck pulled home
[10:05 he climbed his stair about the time he was
Accused of being there
But I'm not the man
He goes free as I wait on the row for the man to test
The rope he'll slip around my throat
And silence me
On the day he was tried no witnesses testified
Nothing but evidence not hard to falsify
His own confession was a prosecutor's prize
Made up of fear of rage and of outright lies
But I'm not the man
He goes free as the candle vigil glows as they burn
My clothes
As the crowd cries"Hang him slow" and I feel my
Blood go cold he goes free
Call out the KKK they're wild after me
And with that frenzied look of half demented zeal
They'd love to serve me up my final meal
Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal
Who struck this devil's deal
