[Guest vocals by Butch Walker]
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
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline
reads "the man hangs", but the jury doesn't
And everyone's looking for
relief
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 can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
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 everyone's
looking for relief
A bidding war for an old flame's grief
The cause, the
kid, the course, 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 can't lift his headache head
Isn't it
tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
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...Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...
Case open, case shut,
But
you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache
head
Isn't it tragic?
[x2]
(Whoaaa-ooo)
