Waiting In Line - Outlines

waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go

they want my body to die fast, while my soul burns slow

waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go

they say the first shall be last, guess I’ll be the first to know

locked down for no reason just a question of race

woke up to find the police up in your place

last night you was free as a bird

tonight you’re locked up on some charges absurd

trumped up allegations ones lacking in court

D.A.

prefers relaxing so his patience is short

thought the story in the news that the killer was found

was so sound you caught the rap before the gavel was down

caught the pink slip from off your employer

minimum wage cash you lack for just to hire a lawyer

great friends heard the word now they don’t even know ya

convinced you did the crime from the crooked exposure

your trial date set for November

holding your breath, you take a chance with a public defender

overmatched in the fight for your life

in your orange jump suit you pay the ultimate price

waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go

they want my body to die fast, while my soul burns slow

waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go

they say the first shall be last, guess I’ll be the first to know

the trial came and went it was really a joke

so hard to find your life going up in smoke

on a call from the states in the pen

they can’t get you out, without a doubt your death sentence begin

Your defender didn’t care if you’re living to die

did they lie?

they say they doesn’t think the stakes is high

getting tried for a crime that you didn’t commit

deep in the shit, the stress got you losing your grip

didn’t find DNA, or fingerprints to match

your justice is blind when your freedom is snatched

each court straight denied your appeal

saying you lack the evidence to make your innocence real

pacifists in the street caught word of your case

boycott your execution, pickets out with your face

wrote a letter to the governor to grant you a stay

but the cowboy replied, «for you, it’s time to pay»

on your execution day, turn down your last meal

profess your innocence, and that’s keeping it real

we’re far from civilized when the innocent fry

two wrongs don’t make a right, don’t let the next man die

waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go

they want my body to die fast, while my soul burns slow

waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go

they say the first shall be last, guess I’ll be the first to know