The one’s gonna
walk, he’s been talkin’ the talk
Although he
didn’t affirm or declare
Said it all
though his brief, and we got no relief
When he
suggested, “I just was not there”
We called one in our
case, who while in that place
Got stabbed in
the leg with a knife
Then got bashed
in he head, and told he’d be dead
He was scared to
an inch of his life
A room full of
thugs, fighting over drugs
What’s a jury to
make of his pain
In a Redfern drug
den, there once were five men
But just one had the
balls to complain
My confidence
low, which way will they go
Will they discard
what he says as untrue
Lie with dogs you
get fleas, and get not guilty pleas
If he walks there’s
nout we can do
It’s a smack on
the chin, every one I can’t win
But I give it my
best at the very least
A new case next
week, this time ill I will speak
Of a defrocked old
Catholic priest
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