Crime For Crime
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โฑ๏ธ 0:00 duration
๐ ID: 191602
๐ Lyrics
The big day has come
The bell is sounding
I run my hands through my hair one last time
Outside the prison walls
The town is gathering
People are trading crime for crime
Everyone needs to see the prisoner
They need to make it even easier
They see me as a symbol, and not a human being
That way they can kill me
Say it's not murder, it's a metaphor
We are killing off our own failure
And starting clean
Standing in the gallows
Everyone turned my way
I hear a voice ask me
If I've got any last words to say
And i'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes
Somewhere in a woman's arms a baby cries
I think guilt and innocence
They are a matter of degree
What might be justice to you
Might not be justice to me
I went to far, i'm sorry
I guess now i'm going home
So let any amongst you cast the first stone
Now we've got all these complicated machines
So no one person ever has to have blood on their hands
We've got complex organizations
And if everyone just does their job
No one person has to understand
You might be the wrong colour
You might be too poor
Justice isn't something just anyone can afford
You might not pull the trigger
You might be out in the car
And you might get a lethal injection
'Cause we take a metaphor that far
The big day has come
The bell is sounding
I run my hands through my hair one last time
Outside the prison walls
The town has gathered
People are trading crime for crime
People are trading crime for crime
People are still trading crime for crime
The bell is sounding
I run my hands through my hair one last time
Outside the prison walls
The town is gathering
People are trading crime for crime
Everyone needs to see the prisoner
They need to make it even easier
They see me as a symbol, and not a human being
That way they can kill me
Say it's not murder, it's a metaphor
We are killing off our own failure
And starting clean
Standing in the gallows
Everyone turned my way
I hear a voice ask me
If I've got any last words to say
And i'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes
Somewhere in a woman's arms a baby cries
I think guilt and innocence
They are a matter of degree
What might be justice to you
Might not be justice to me
I went to far, i'm sorry
I guess now i'm going home
So let any amongst you cast the first stone
Now we've got all these complicated machines
So no one person ever has to have blood on their hands
We've got complex organizations
And if everyone just does their job
No one person has to understand
You might be the wrong colour
You might be too poor
Justice isn't something just anyone can afford
You might not pull the trigger
You might be out in the car
And you might get a lethal injection
'Cause we take a metaphor that far
The big day has come
The bell is sounding
I run my hands through my hair one last time
Outside the prison walls
The town has gathered
People are trading crime for crime
People are trading crime for crime
People are still trading crime for crime
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:25.38] The big day has come
[00:28.07] The bell is sounding
[00:31.09] I run my hands through my hair one last time
[00:37.61] Outside the prison walls
[00:40.20] The town is gathering
[00:43.42] People are trading crime for crime
[00:49.69] Everyone needs to see the prisoner
[01:03.76] They need to make it even easier
[01:06.92] They see me as a symbol, and not a human being
[01:12.33] That way they can kill me
[01:16.35] Say it's not murder, it's a metaphor
[01:18.50] We are killing off our own failure
[01:21.71] And starting clean
[01:25.54] Standing in the gallows
[01:51.80] Everyone turned my way
[01:55.64] I hear a voice ask me
[01:58.32] If I've got any last words to say
[02:01.57] And i'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes
[02:07.41] Somewhere in a woman's arms a baby cries
[02:11.23] I think guilt and innocence
[02:27.82] They are a matter of degree
[02:30.43] What might be justice to you
[02:33.21] Might not be justice to me
[02:36.34] I went to far, i'm sorry
[02:40.38] I guess now i'm going home
[02:42.70] So let any amongst you cast the first stone
[02:50.38] Now we've got all these complicated machines
[03:19.58] So no one person ever has to have blood on their hands
[03:25.15] We've got complex organizations
[03:28.74] And if everyone just does their job
[03:31.89] No one person has to understand
[03:36.34] You might be the wrong colour
[03:41.01] You might be too poor
[03:43.99] Justice isn't something just anyone can afford
[03:49.85] You might not pull the trigger
[03:53.32] You might be out in the car
[03:55.82] And you might get a lethal injection
[03:59.34] 'Cause we take a metaphor that far
[04:02.88] The big day has come
[04:29.54] The bell is sounding
[04:32.98] I run my hands through my hair one last time
[04:39.44] Outside the prison walls
[04:42.14] The town has gathered
[04:44.79] People are trading crime for crime
[04:51.39] People are trading crime for crime
[04:57.45] People are still trading crime for crime
[05:41.94]
[00:28.07] The bell is sounding
[00:31.09] I run my hands through my hair one last time
[00:37.61] Outside the prison walls
[00:40.20] The town is gathering
[00:43.42] People are trading crime for crime
[00:49.69] Everyone needs to see the prisoner
[01:03.76] They need to make it even easier
[01:06.92] They see me as a symbol, and not a human being
[01:12.33] That way they can kill me
[01:16.35] Say it's not murder, it's a metaphor
[01:18.50] We are killing off our own failure
[01:21.71] And starting clean
[01:25.54] Standing in the gallows
[01:51.80] Everyone turned my way
[01:55.64] I hear a voice ask me
[01:58.32] If I've got any last words to say
[02:01.57] And i'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes
[02:07.41] Somewhere in a woman's arms a baby cries
[02:11.23] I think guilt and innocence
[02:27.82] They are a matter of degree
[02:30.43] What might be justice to you
[02:33.21] Might not be justice to me
[02:36.34] I went to far, i'm sorry
[02:40.38] I guess now i'm going home
[02:42.70] So let any amongst you cast the first stone
[02:50.38] Now we've got all these complicated machines
[03:19.58] So no one person ever has to have blood on their hands
[03:25.15] We've got complex organizations
[03:28.74] And if everyone just does their job
[03:31.89] No one person has to understand
[03:36.34] You might be the wrong colour
[03:41.01] You might be too poor
[03:43.99] Justice isn't something just anyone can afford
[03:49.85] You might not pull the trigger
[03:53.32] You might be out in the car
[03:55.82] And you might get a lethal injection
[03:59.34] 'Cause we take a metaphor that far
[04:02.88] The big day has come
[04:29.54] The bell is sounding
[04:32.98] I run my hands through my hair one last time
[04:39.44] Outside the prison walls
[04:42.14] The town has gathered
[04:44.79] People are trading crime for crime
[04:51.39] People are trading crime for crime
[04:57.45] People are still trading crime for crime
[05:41.94]