Crime for Crime

<br>The big day has come<br><br>The bell is sounding<br><br>I run my hands through my hair one last time<br><br>Outside the prison walls<br><br>The town is gathering<br><br>People are trading crime for crime<br><br><br><br>Everyone needs to see the prisoner<br><br>They need to make it even easier<br><br>They see me as a symbol, and not a human being<br><br>That way they can kill me<br><br>Say its not murder, its a metaphor<br><br>We are killing off our own failure<br><br>And starting clean<br><br><br><br>Standing in the gallows<br><br>Everyone turned my way<br><br>I hear a voice ask me<br><br>If Ive got any last words to say<br><br>And Im looking out over the field of familiar eyes<br><br>Somewhere in a womans arms a baby cries<br><br><br><br>I think guilt and innocence<br><br>They are a matter of degree<br><br>What might be justice to you<br><br>Might not be justice to me<br><br>I went to far, Im sorry<br><br>I guess now Im going home<br><br>So let any amongst you cast the first stone<br><br>Now weve got all these complicated machines<br><br>So no one person ever has to have blood on their hands<br><br>Weve got complex organizations<br><br>And if everyone just does their job<br><br>No one person has to understand<br><br><br><br>You might be the wrong colour<br><br>You might be too poor<br><br>Justice isnt something just anyone can afford<br><br>You might not pull the trigger<br><br>You might be out in the car<br><br>And you might get a lethal injection<br><br>cause we take a metaphor that far<br><br><br><br>The big day has come<br><br>The bell is sounding<br><br>I run my hands through my hair one last time<br><br>Outside the prison walls<br><br>The town has gathered<br><br>People are trading crime for crime<br><br>People are trading crime for crime<br><br>People are still trading crime for crime