Текст песни bragg billy - Rotting On Remand
bragg billy - Rotting On Remand слова песни
I stood before the judge that dayAs he refused me bailAnd I knew that I would spend my timeAwaiting trial in jailI said there is no justiceAs they led me out the doorAnd the judge said, "This isn`t a court of justice sonThis is a court of law."They first sent me to WindsorAnd then to Stoke on TrentIn a holding cell in LiverpoolThree days and nights I spentMy solicitor can`t find meAnd my family doesn`t knowI keep telling them that I`m innocentThey just say, "Come on son, in you go."I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven`t doneHere I sit in `F` wing waiting for my trial to comeIt`s a cruel unusual punishment that society demandsInnocent till proven guilty, rotting on remandI ended up in this jailBuilt in 1882When one man to one prison cellWas a Victorian valueNow three of us are squeezed in hereAnd you can`t escape the smellOf that bucket in the cornerAnd we eat in here as wellThey let me out of this cageTo slop that bucket outTo get my food and bring it backAnd if I`m lucky, get a showerApart from one hours exerciseI`m locked in here all dayYou don`t turn criminals into citizensBy treating them this wayIs the price of law and order the stench of Wormwood ScrubsWith judges quick to sentence sending more down from aboveIt`s a cruel unusual punishment that society demandsInnocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand