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Ballad Of Mr JonesThere's a blind man in the witness standWith three young men's lives in his hands There's a poor boy stood at the scene Who'll be haunted by the dirty things he's seen It's a shame all the jury knew the accused 'Cos now they're running free when they left her cold and bruised There's a chalked white line stained with blood Sorry Mr. Jones, we did all we could There's a whole lot of people out there And they're all running free Some will care and some will steal The last breath that you breathe From you, from you So Mr. Jones in a cruel twist of fate Found the perpetrators in a drunken haze Gave them retribution for their twisted ways Now he's going down for years instead of days There's a whole lot of people out there And they're a wild and restless sea Some will care and some will steal The last breath that you breathe from you From you, from you |