Текст песни: bragg billy - Rotting On Remand
I stood before the judge that day
As he refused me bail
And I knew that I would spend my time
Awaiting trial in jail
I said there is no justice
As they led me out the door
And the judge said, "This isn`t a court of justice son
This is a court of law."
They first sent me to Windsor
And then to Stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in Liverpool
Three days and nights I spent
My solicitor can`t find me
And my family doesn`t know
I keep telling them that I`m innocent
They just say, "Come on son, in you go."
I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven`t done
Here I sit in `F` wing waiting for my trial to come
It`s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand
I ended up in this jail
Built in 1882
When one man to one prison cell
Was a Victorian value
Now three of us are squeezed in here
And you can`t escape the smell
Of that bucket in the corner
And we eat in here as well
They let me out of this cage
To slop that bucket out
To get my food and bring it back
And if I`m lucky, get a shower
Apart from one hours exercise
I`m locked in here all day
You don`t turn criminals into citizens
By treating them this way
Is the price of law and order the stench of Wormwood Scrubs
With judges quick to sentence sending more down from above
It`s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand
Идет поиск видеоклипа в базе...
(при отсутствии ролика в базе, ничего не произойдет)

I stood before the judge that day
As he refused me bail
And I knew that I would spend my time
Awaiting trial in jail
I said there is no justice
As they led me out the door
And the judge said, "This isn`t a court of justice son
This is a court of law."
They first sent me to Windsor
And then to Stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in Liverpool
Three days and nights I spent
My solicitor can`t find me
And my family doesn`t know
I keep telling them that I`m innocent
They just say, "Come on son, in you go."
I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven`t done
Here I sit in `F` wing waiting for my trial to come
It`s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand
I ended up in this jail
Built in 1882
When one man to one prison cell
Was a Victorian value
Now three of us are squeezed in here
And you can`t escape the smell
Of that bucket in the corner
And we eat in here as well
They let me out of this cage
To slop that bucket out
To get my food and bring it back
And if I`m lucky, get a shower
Apart from one hours exercise
I`m locked in here all day
You don`t turn criminals into citizens
By treating them this way
Is the price of law and order the stench of Wormwood Scrubs
With judges quick to sentence sending more down from above
It`s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand
| Код заказа | 999-999 | |
| Нажмите после заполнения | ||
|
Пожалуйста, вводите корректный адрес электронной почты, так как на этот адрес будет отправлена дополнительная ссылка на загрузку выбранной Вами песни. Если был указан неправильный адрес электронной почты, вы можете его исправить. Для исправления адреса электронной почты отправьте электронно письмо в службу поддержки (support@musicgu.ru). В письме укажите полученный Вами код и корректный адрес электронной почты. Отправляя сообщение на один из предоставленных номеров Вы подтверждаете свое согласие с Правилами использования сайта и Пользовательским соглашением. |
||
Еще тексты песен: bragg billy
A Pict Song
Body Of Water
Brickbat
Cindy Of A Thousand Lives
Everybody Likes You Babe
From Red To Blue
Goalhanger
God`s Footballer
King James Version
Life With The Lions
Little Time Bomb
Mother Of The Bride
Moving The Goalposts
moving the goalposts | guitar chord и Mp3
North Sea Bubble
Northern Industrial Town
Rotting On Remand
Sexuality
Sugardaddy
Tank Park Salute
Tender Comrade
The Few
The Price I Pay
The Short Answer
The Space Race Is Over
Trust
Upfield
Valentine`s Day Is Over
Waiting For The Great Leap Forwards
Walk Away Renee
Wish You Were Her
Youngest Son
Body Of Water
Brickbat
Cindy Of A Thousand Lives
Everybody Likes You Babe
From Red To Blue
Goalhanger
God`s Footballer
King James Version
Life With The Lions
Little Time Bomb
Mother Of The Bride
Moving The Goalposts
moving the goalposts | guitar chord и Mp3
North Sea Bubble
Northern Industrial Town
Rotting On Remand
Sexuality
Sugardaddy
Tank Park Salute
Tender Comrade
The Few
The Price I Pay
The Short Answer
The Space Race Is Over
Trust
Upfield
Valentine`s Day Is Over
Waiting For The Great Leap Forwards
Walk Away Renee
Wish You Were Her
Youngest Son