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                                nobody came to see me
                              while i sat upon death row.

                 all i could do was stare at the wall
                        and relive the salem trials, as the
                                    jury yelled for my execution
                                          and fixed the scarlet letter
                                                              upon my breast.

  crucify him! crucify him!
                                            why couldn't i be barabbas?

                 he was guilty after all
                 and after pilate washed his hands,
                 the prisoner went free,
                 while the innocent was nailed to
                 a sturdy plank of wood.

        i am no christ.
                  but i am not the person
                       they spoke of, from the stand,
                                   as tear-stained commentary on
                                            my evil deeds was recounted.

they found me with the gun in my hands.
                       but i swear i never pulled the trigger.
      the girl with bloodshot eyes
                   pointed her finger at the accused
when her prints were on the
                             murder weapon as well.

                                             but nobody ever listens to
                                                two sides of the story.
                                       and nobody ever asks the accused
                                     for anything other than the meal order
                                                  for his last supper.

    pay, oh sinner, for the choices that you made.
                 while the rest of us wash our hands of you
                              just like pontius pilate.

                    pay, oh guilty for the debts you have incurred
                            while the debtors all exonerate themselves
                                   of the money that they owe.

nobody came to see me on death row.
but they all watched the warden give the order;
they all watched the poison seep into my veins
as judge and executioner had their say.

                                         but let it be known that as
                                                my ghost slipped from life into shadow,
                                   i swear i felt the arms of an angel
                                                      carrying me home at last.

Description
                                nobody came to see me
                              while i sat upon death row.

                 all i could do was stare at the wall
                        and relive the salem trials, as the
                                    jury yelled for my execution
                                          and fixed the scarlet letter
                                                              upon my breast.

  crucify him! crucify him!
                                            why couldn't i be barabbas?

                 he was guilty after all
                 and after pilate washed his hands,
                 the prisoner went free,
                 while the innocent was nailed to
                 a sturdy plank of wood.

        i am no christ.
                  but i am not the person
                       they spoke of, from the stand,
                                   as tear-stained commentary on
                                            my evil deeds was recounted.

they found me with the gun in my hands.
                       but i swear i never pulled the trigger.
      the girl with bloodshot eyes
                   pointed her finger at the accused
when her prints were on the
                             murder weapon as well.

                                             but nobody ever listens to
                                                two sides of the story.
                                       and nobody ever asks the accused
                                     for anything other than the meal order
                                                  for his last supper.

    pay, oh sinner, for the choices that you made.
                 while the rest of us wash our hands of you
                              just like pontius pilate.

                    pay, oh guilty for the debts you have incurred
                            while the debtors all exonerate themselves
                                   of the money that they owe.

nobody came to see me on death row.
but they all watched the warden give the order;
they all watched the poison seep into my veins
as judge and executioner had their say.

                                         but let it be known that as
                                                my ghost slipped from life into shadow,
                                   i swear i felt the arms of an angel
                                                      carrying me home at last.