Two short years ago, I prosecuted this bloke
For trying to make fake fifties, his attempts were
just a joke
He broke down in the box, but the finger he
did poke
At his brother who was not even there
The Magistrate rejected his fantasy story
Convicted him quick, no blood, guts or glory
Now in trouble so soon, now that's just a fail
Me, I simply don’t care
Now page three in the Tele, been arrested
again
For making explosives, such a man among
men
Where is he now, yep, he’s back in the pen
Probably crying “This just isn’t fair”
A rock hardened crim, I really don’t think
All of his ventures end up in the sink
Me and Alanna, we think he’s in need of a
shrink
Not a single brain cell can he spare
One more trial he will face somewhere down
the track
Just what went wrong, he wants his liberty
back
But he sits in his cell, the problem
trying to crack
Probably hoping he does not have to share
For you dear young Daniel, you’re a loser
you know
You should have resisted the urge to
things to blow
Into many pieces, your stupidity shows
But your mum might come visit you there
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