"The Prosecution Rests" as written by and Timothy Bracy....
I undressed you in my dreams
You were in debt beyond your means
I guess we never could keep track of what we spent


And the back page of your story
It's so hard to say your sorry
For something that you wanted and you meant

A headache and an eye sore
At least you got in on the ground floor
And then you gotten by seaside pull

Hey, I'm in no condition, dear
But walk through your audition
I'm just happy that you kept me after school

Hanging with the redbirds
All the scofflaws and the sailors
'Cause the criminal mind has always been your type

But even if you choose your jailer
I won't consider you a failure
The prosecution rests with you tonight

I saw you had a nightmare
You were stranded at the Mayfair
There was your husband in his back booth selling booze

Yeah, you see how they treat the tenants
With all the cruelty and menace
How could you bring a child into this world

Hey, I'm in no condition, dear
To make an exhibition here
I can't even tell the forest for the trees

I'm false now where I once was real
And different where I used to feel
And seeing you has brought me to my knees

Take aim at your rivalry
Make a short note in your bible
'Cause the criminal mind has always been your type

But even if you choose the jailer
I won't consider us a failure
The prosecution rests with you tonight


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