There's a blind man in the witness stand
With three young men's lives in his hands
There's a poor boy who stood at the scene
Who'll be haunted by the dirty things he's seen

It's a shame all the jury knew the accused
'Cos now [bad word] free when they left her cold and [bad word] 
There's a chalked white line stained with blood
Sorry Mr. Jones, we did all we could

There's a whole lot of people out there and they're [bad word] free
Some will care and some will steal the last breath that you breathe
From you, from you

So Mr. Jones in a [bad word] twist of fate
Found the perpetrators in a [bad word] haze
Gave them retribution for their twisted ways
Now he's going down for years instead of days

There's a whole lot of people out there and they're a wild and restless sea,
Some will care and some will steal the last breath that you breathe from you
From you, from you