When are they gonna set the bail
It’s been too long within
Why is there even a trial
When I’ve done nothin’

The hypocrite throws a fit
That’s it just quit

Ya know I’d love to set sail
It’s time that they let me out
The real crime’s puttin’ me in jail
It’s enough to make a sane man shout

The hypocrite comes equipped
For your wings to be clipped

Into my coffin the final nail
No! Surely, I’ll be set free
Or to the hypocrite must I hail?
What happened to our democracy

Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: C Am / G Am
Recording: digital 1-track stereo / recorded live

A song written while sitting outside of District Court the day after St. Patrick’s Day… watching people going in and out for their arraignments.

Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards and Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss Loop Station, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)

From the album Found On Sound
by Daniel Brouse

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