Rotting On Remand Chords

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CI stood before the judge that day

 As hFe refused my bCail

And I knew that I would spend my time

 Awaiting trial in jGail

 I sCaid there is no justice

 As they lFed me out of the dCoor

 And the juFdge said, "This isn't a court of juCstice son

 This iGs a court of laCw".

CThey first sent me to Windsor

 And tFhen to Stoke on TrCent

In a holding cell in Liverpool

 Three days and nights I sGpent

 My soClicitor can't find me

 And my faFmily don't kCnow

 I keep tFelling them that I'm innoCcent

 They just say, "Come oGn son, in you gCo." C7

 I was piFcked up on suspicion of somCething I haven't done

CHere B/CI sit iA/Cn 'F' G/Cwing waiting for my trial to coGme

 It's a crueFl unusual punishment that socCiety demaFnds

 Innocent till proven guiClty, roGtting on remCand

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 I enDded up in this jail

 Built in 1G8-82 D

When one man to one prison cell

 Was a Victorian vaAlue

 Now thDree of us are squeezed in here

 And you caGn't escape the sDmell

 Of that bucGket in the coDrner

 And we Aeat in here as weDll

They let me out of this cage

 To slGop that bucket oDut

To get my food and bring it back

 And if I'm lucky, get a shAower

 ApDart from one hours exercise

 I'm locGked in here all daDy

 You don't tuGrn criminals into ciDtizens

 By treaAting them this wDay D7

 Is the priGze of law and order the steDnch of Wormwood Scrubs

 With judDges C♯quiDck toB sDentenA/Dce sending more down from Aabove

 It's a Gcruel unusual punishment that socDiety demanGds

 Innocent till proven guiDlty, roAtting on reDmand G D A D ...