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10000 Maniacs
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| I'm Not The Man
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It crawls on his back,
wont ever let him be.
Stares at the walls
until the cinder blocks can breathe.
His eyes have gone away,
escaping over time.
He rules a crowded nation inside his mind.
He knows that night like his hand.
He knows every move he made.
Late shift, the bell that rang,
a time card wont fade.
10:05 his truck pulled home.
10:05 he climbed his stair,
about the time he was accused of being there.
But Im not the man.
He goes free as I wait on the row
for the man to test the rope
hell slip around my throat
and silence me.
On the day he was tried
no witnesses testified.
Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify.
His own confession was a prosecutors prize,
made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies.
But Im not the man.
He goes free as the candle vigil glows,
as they burn my clothes.
As the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!"
and I feel my blood go cold, he goes free.
Call out the KKK, theyre wild after me.
And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal,
theyd love to serve me up my final meal.
Wholl read my final rite
and hear my last appeal?
Who struck this devils deal? |
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22.Apr.2001 01:04:50 |
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