There ain’t no more favors to ask
There ain’t no petitions to pass
It’s all in the hands
It’s all in the hands
Of the Philadelphia Grand Jury now

More crooked sons of bitches you can’t ever have come across
Make sure that they notarized my will
Make sure Mom don’t look at the news
We already know
There ain’t no suspense
That the Philadelphia Grand Jury strings me up

More crooked sons of bitches you can’t ever have come across

Make sure that they notarized my will
Make sure Mom don’t look at the noose
We already know
There ain’t no suspense
That the Philadelphia Grand Jury strings me up

More crooked sons of bitches you can’t ever have come across
More crooked sons of bitches you can’t ever have come across


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    General CommentTwo tiny corrections: it's "make sure Mom don't look at the _news_", and it should be "more crooked sons of bitches you can't ever _have_ come across." Sorry, I have OCD when it comes to this stuff :)
    Spacecowon October 15, 2007   Link
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    General Commentthanks

    edited

    great song
    moreproductiveon October 16, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThis is one of the most humorous and at the same time authentic songs I have heard. I think its one of the songs that really shows their abilities to convey complex emotions. There is despair, vindiction, and humor here. Great song after a long day. Too short though.
    reverbtankedon December 11, 2008   Link

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