Testo di Ballad Of Mr. Jones

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'd seen It's a shame all the jury knew the accused 'cause now they're running free When they left her cold and bruised 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 all running free, Some will kill and some will steal The last breath that you breathe from you, From you, So mr. jones in a cruel twist of fate, Found the perpetrators, they're in a drunken haze, Gave them retributions 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 all the rest he see, Some will kill and some will steal The last breath that you breathe from you, From you, From you.