the prosecutor

we took polygraphs
we didn't lie
we just proved inconclusive
we told the truth
to men in suits
who wore the same stone cold faces
we were comparable
in our results
the lines filled up the pages
like w's joined at the hips
we caused investigative headaches

you aren't so guilty anymore
you're just a bunch of innocents
rounded up before the daily's deadline
checked off on the prosecutor's list
just in time for the morning's election speeches
he won by landslide

we were good cop'd
we didn't flinch
the bad cops marched their way in
we were photographed
fingerprinted
told of the right we had not to say shit
we kept our heads
we played it cool
we asked could we get some some cigarettes?
we drank their sludge
from polystyrene cups
and promised to appear in the new year

you aren't so guilty anymore
you're just a bunch of innocents
rounded up before the daily's deadline
checked off on the prosecutor's list
just in time for the morning's election speeches
he won by landslide

everybody loves a man
who's tough on crime
all the time

they want to our bodies hanged
in the city's square
for the crowd to share

only i never did no crime
but i hang tonight

(cue the harmonica)