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
´Cos 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 kill 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 retributions for their twisted ways
Now he´s going down for yesterday

There´s a whole lot of people out there and they´re all running free
Some will kill and some will steal the last breath that you breathe from you
From you, from you