Rotting On Remand

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I stood before the judge that day As he refused me bail And I knew that I would spend my time Awaiting trial in jail I said there is no justice As they led me out of the door And the judge said, "this isnt a court of justice, son This is a court of law." They first sent me to windsor And then to stoke on trent In a holding cell in liverpool Three days and nights I spent My solicitor cant find me And my family dont know I keep telling them that Im innocent They just say, "come on son, in you go." I was picked up on suspicion of something I havent done Here I sit in f wing waiting for my trial to come Its a cruel unusual punishment that society demands Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand I ended up in this jail Built in 1882 When one man to one prison cell Was a victorian value Now three of us are squeezed in here And you cant escape the smell Of that bucket in the corner And we eat in here as well They let me out of this cage To slop that bucket out To get my food and bring it back And if Im lucky, get a shower Apart from one hours exercise Im locked in here all day You dont turn criminals into citizens By treating them this way Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs With judges quick to sentence more down from above Its a cruel unusual punishment that society demands Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

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