Near the scene of a crime
I ’m cuffed up and caught
Wrong place, wrong time
A quick rap is sought
Fucking police gonna raid my place
Only shit they’ll find is egg on their face
A true injustice i’m framed up
Don’t fit the id it’s not close enough
Police conjecture
But no supposition
Like blood out of a stone
They can beat a confession

In the firing line
You can’t beat it!!
Watching all the time
You can’t hide it!!
Pressure on your mind
You can’t let slip!!
Busted on the floor
You can’t piece it!!

My last chance
A correction to facilitate good cop, bad cop
What the fuck?
It’s all the same
Injustice played out as the mob gets restless
Just like the good lord now they want vengeance
Pressure is mounting
The seconds are counting down
Don’t be doubting
Evidence is mounting
Four walls and bars are naturalised
Only future television can optimise

Lyrics submitted by Psychedeliasmith

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