| What the hell was I doing there in that fast food parking lot?
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| They say I robbed the restaurant and a Memphis cop got shot
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| I was trying to feed my habit, I was scared and I was high
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| It was never my intention that anyone should die
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| And just how many of us are innocent enough?
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| Just how many of us are innocent enough?
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| Just how many of us are innocent enough?
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| My name is Philip Workman and I’m not innocent enough
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| It’s not a long walk from a trailer park to a Tennessee cell block
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| But I got saved behind these bars, soon I’ll give my soul to God
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| Reverend Joe is praying for me and the family left behind
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| They say my bullet took his life but that bullet was not mine
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| Oh, just how many of us are innocent enough?
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| Just how many of us are innocent enough?
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| Just how many of us are innocent enough?
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| My name is Philip Workman and I’m not innocent enough
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| I had no money for a lawyer to fight the system from within
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| There’s no justice for the poor from the witness they brought in
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| Circumstance and random chance, I never meant to do no harm
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| Now that cop and I, we’ve both died from that needle in my arm
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| And there where those who called for mercy in those final days
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| Even the officer’s daughter cried to grant me stay
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| But I’m not innocent enough, I’m not innocent enough
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| I’m not innocent enough, I’m not innocent enough
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| And just how many of us are innocent enough?
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| Just how many of us are innocent enough?
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| Just how many of us are innocent enough?
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| My name was Philip Workman, I was not innocent enough |