There's a blind man in the witness stand

With three young men's lives in his hands

There's a poor boy who stood at the scene

Who'll be haunted by the dirty things he's seen

It's a shame all the jury knew the accused

'cos now they're running free when they left her cold and bruised

There's a chalked white line stained with blood

Sorry mr. jones, we did all we could

There's a whole lot of people out there and they're all running free

Some will care and some will steal the last breath that you breathe

From you, from you

So mr. jones in a cruel twist of fate

Found the perpetrators in a drunken haze

Gave them retribution for their twisted ways

Now he's going down for years instead of days

There's a whole lot of people out there and they're a wild and restless sea,

Some will care and some will steal the last breath that you breathe from you

From you, from you