Rotting on Remand 歌词

	作词 : Bragg
	I stood before the judge that day
	As he refused me bail
	And i knew that i would spend my time
	Awaiting trial in jail
	I said there is no justice
	As they led me out of the door
	And the judge said, "this isn't a court of justice, son
	This is a court of law."
	They first sent me to windsor
	And then to stoke on trent
	In a holding cell in liverpool
	Three days and nights i spent
	My solicitor can't find me
	And my family don't know
	I keep telling them that i'm innocent
	They just say, "come on son, in you go."
	I was picked up on suspicion of something i haven't done
	Here i sit in 'f' wing waiting for my trial to come
	It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
	Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand
	I ended up in this jail
	Built in 1882
	When one man to one prison cell
	Was a victorian value
	Now three of us are squeezed in here
	And you can't escape the smell
	Of that bucket in the corner
	And we eat in here as well
	They let me out of this cage
	To slop that bucket out
	To get my food and bring it back
	And if i'm lucky, get a shower
	Apart from one hour's exercise
	I'm locked in here all day
	You don't turn criminals into citizens
	By treating them this way
	Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs
	With judges quick to sentence more down from above
	It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
	Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

	zuo ci : Bragg
	I stood before the judge that day
	As he refused me bail
	And i knew that i would spend my time
	Awaiting trial in jail
	I said there is no justice
	As they led me out of the door
	And the judge said, " this isn' t a court of justice, son
	This is a court of law."
	They first sent me to windsor
	And then to stoke on trent
	In a holding cell in liverpool
	Three days and nights i spent
	My solicitor can' t find me
	And my family don' t know
	I keep telling them that i' m innocent
	They just say, " come on son, in you go."
	I was picked up on suspicion of something i haven' t done
	Here i sit in ' f' wing waiting for my trial to come
	It' s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
	Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand
	I ended up in this jail
	Built in 1882
	When one man to one prison cell
	Was a victorian value
	Now three of us are squeezed in here
	And you can' t escape the smell
	Of that bucket in the corner
	And we eat in here as well
	They let me out of this cage
	To slop that bucket out
	To get my food and bring it back
	And if i' m lucky, get a shower
	Apart from one hour' s exercise
	I' m locked in here all day
	You don' t turn criminals into citizens
	By treating them this way
	Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs
	With judges quick to sentence more down from above
	It' s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
	Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

	zuò cí : Bragg
	I stood before the judge that day
	As he refused me bail
	And i knew that i would spend my time
	Awaiting trial in jail
	I said there is no justice
	As they led me out of the door
	And the judge said, " this isn' t a court of justice, son
	This is a court of law."
	They first sent me to windsor
	And then to stoke on trent
	In a holding cell in liverpool
	Three days and nights i spent
	My solicitor can' t find me
	And my family don' t know
	I keep telling them that i' m innocent
	They just say, " come on son, in you go."
	I was picked up on suspicion of something i haven' t done
	Here i sit in ' f' wing waiting for my trial to come
	It' s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
	Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand
	I ended up in this jail
	Built in 1882
	When one man to one prison cell
	Was a victorian value
	Now three of us are squeezed in here
	And you can' t escape the smell
	Of that bucket in the corner
	And we eat in here as well
	They let me out of this cage
	To slop that bucket out
	To get my food and bring it back
	And if i' m lucky, get a shower
	Apart from one hour' s exercise
	I' m locked in here all day
	You don' t turn criminals into citizens
	By treating them this way
	Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs
	With judges quick to sentence more down from above
	It' s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
	Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

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