The accused will rise to be torn in two
Guilty of nothing but loving you
This is  the   judgment 

And I'm willing to plead
How you don't want me
Hoping this torment will cease
Will I be released

There'll be lies, there'll be tears
jury of your peers
With a pitiful lack of experience
Hand down  the   judgment 

And if I done wrong
And loved you too long
Stand up and just testify
How can I deny

Objection [bad word] I wait for my reprieve
With the [bad word] of the deceived
The wisdom of the fool

It's his sorrowful face
Too heavy for his head
'Cause he bowed it as [bad word] over him
It was  the   judgment 

He falls to his knees
Have mercy on me
He clings to the hem of her gown
She says, "Just take him down."