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
'Cause 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 Writer/s: Iain Denis Archer, Jake Kennedy
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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