The DA is dressed to the nines,
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In the mirror he practices all his lines,
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To his closing arguments, 12 hearts beat in favor,
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I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
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The headline reads "The Man Hangs", but the jury doesn't (jury doesn't)
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And everyone's looking for relief,
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United States Vs disbelief,
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And mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
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Clear your throat and face the world,
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The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls,
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Only breathing with the aid of denial
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Case open, case shut,
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But you could pay to close it like a casket,
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Baby boy can't lift his headache head,
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Isn't it tragic
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Wo wo wo wo wooo
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He glances at his peers sitting 7 to 12,
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Stacked on 1 to 6 the gallery is hushed,
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Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado,
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The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know,
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Hang on a rope or bated breath, whichever you prefer
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And everyone's looking for relief,
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A bidding war for an old flame's grief,
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The cause, the kid, the course, the charm and the curse,
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Not a word that could make you comprehend,
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Too well dressed for the witness stand,
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The press prays for whichever headline's worse
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Case open, case shut,
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But you could pay to close it like a casket,
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Baby boy can't lift his headache head,
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Isn't it tragic
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Wo wo wo wo
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Fresh pressed suit and tie,
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Unimpressed birds sing and die,
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Can talk my way out of anything,
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The foreman reads the verdict "in the above entitled actions, we find the defendant",
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Guilty (guilty, guilty, guilty)
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Case open, case shut,
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But you could pay to close it like a casket,
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Baby boy can't lift his headache head,
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Isn't it tragic
|
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Case open, case shut,
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But you could pay to close it like a casket,
|
Baby boy can't lift his headache head,
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Isn't it tragic,
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Wo wo wo wo wooo
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You're Crashing But You're No Wave
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| Fall Out Boy |
