And thinking more into the light
Of what happens at night
There must be a cogent explanation
When we are finally equipped
To ask the question hear the answers
Which like a good lawyer we expected
But were not prepared to deal with
So many murders
We reach for our glass of water
And calmly ask for a delay
The judge goes up in smoke
It’s like that kind of joke
Where you feel both amused
And pissed it’s still true
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