Lyrics:

The big day has comebr /The bell is soundingbr /I run my hands through my hair one last timebr /Outside the prison wallsbr /The town is gatheringbr /People are trading crime for crimebr /br /Everyone needs to see the prisonerbr /They need to make it even easierbr /They see me as a symbol, and not a human beingbr /That way they can kill mebr /Say it's not murder, it's a metaphorbr /We are killing off our own failurebr /And starting cleanbr /br /Standing in the gallowsbr /Everyone turned my waybr /I hear a voice ask mebr /If I've got any last words to saybr /And I'm looking out over the field of familiar eyesbr /Somewhere in a woman's arms a baby criesbr /br /I think guilt and innocencebr /They are a matter of degreebr /What might be justice to youbr /Might not be justice to mebr /I went to far, I'm sorrybr /I guess now I'm going homebr /So let any amongst you cast the first stonebr /Now we've got all these complicated machinesbr /So no one person ever has to have blood on their handsbr /We've got complex organizationsbr /And if everyone just does their jobbr /No one person has to understandbr /br /You might be the wrong colourbr /You might be too poorbr /Justice isn't something just anyone can affordbr /You might not pull the triggerbr /You might be out in the carbr /And you might get a lethal injectionbr /'cause we take a metaphor that farbr /br /The big day has comebr /The bell is soundingbr /I run my hands through my hair one last timebr /Outside the prison wallsbr /The town has gatheredbr /People are trading crime for crimebr /People are trading crime for crimebr /People are still trading crime for crime