| The D.A. |
| is dressed to the nines
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| In the mirror he practices all his lines
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| To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor
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| I’m guessing that he read the morning paper
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| The headline reads «the man hangs», but the jury doesn’t
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| And everyone’s looking for relief
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| United States versus disbelief
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| Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
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| Clear your throat and face the world
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| The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
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| Only breathing with the aid of denial.
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| Case open, case shut,
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| But you could pay to close it like a casket
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| Baby boy can’t lift his headache head
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| Isn’t it tragic? |
| (Whoaaa-ooo)
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| He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked
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| On one to six the gallery is hushed
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| Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
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| The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
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| Hang on a rope or bated breath
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| Whichever you prefer
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| And everyone’s looking for relief
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| A bidding war for an old flame’s grief
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| The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse
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| Not a word that could make you comprehend
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| Too well dressed for the witness stand
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| The press prays for whichever headline’s worse
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| Case open, case shut,
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| But you could pay to close it like a casket
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| Baby boy can’t lift his headache head
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| Isn’t it tragic? |
| (Whoaaa-ooo)
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| Fresh pressed suit and tie
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| Unimpressed birds sing and die
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| Can talk my way out of anything
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| The foreman reads the verdict
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| «In the above entitled actions we find the defendant…»
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| Guilty… Guilty…Guilty…Guilty…
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| Case open, case shut,
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| But you could pay to close it like a casket
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| Baby boy can’t lift his headache head
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| Isn’t it tragic?
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| (Whoaaa-ooo) |