Testo di John Sinclair

It ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir of breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stair of breathing air Let him be, set him free Let him be like you and me They give him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, set him free If he had been a soldier man Shooting gooks in Vietnam If he was the CIA Selling dope and making hay He'd be free, they'd let him be Breatthing air, like you and me They gave me ten for two What more can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta set him freee Was he jailed for what he done? Representing everyone Free john now, if we can From the clutches oof the man Let him free, lift the lid Bring him to his wife and kids They gave me ten for two What more can the bastards do? Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free