I’m getting a bashing, my ears they are
red
I wish I was riding, or lying in bed
I cannot believe she is inside my head
It isn’t supposed to be hard
Caught him red handed, way up on his farm
Cultivating his crop, a rake on his arm
The Judge she's not copping one bit of my
charm
I just cannot play a card
Caught in a trap I closed for the kill
The holes in his lies he was trying to
fill
I shut all the doors, yeah, I know the
drill
But I’m crawling a foot to the yard
My question rejected, “You can’t ask him
that”
Well what am I here for, not just for
a chat
Myriad lies hidden under his hat
His dishonesty close does he guard
Tomorrow I’ll finish, and then we’ll move
on
His lying will mean his credibility is
gone
I’ll just keep punching, keep on singing this song
My case will not be marred
The jury are bored, well I can’t help
there
A job needs to be done, I can’t just not
care
I’ll just take my time, I will not despair
In his own downfall he will have starred
In his own downfall he will have starred
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