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