There's a blind man in the witness stand With three young men's lives in his hand There's a poor boy stood at the scene Who'll be haunted by the dirty things he's seen It's a shame all the jury knew the accused Cos now they're running free when they left her cold and bruised There's a chalked white line stained with blood Sorry Mr Jones we did all we could There's a whole lot of people out there and they're all running free Some will care and some will steal the last breath that you breathe from you So Mr Jones, in a cruel twist of fate Found the perpetrators in a drunken haze Gave them retribution for their twisted ways Now he's going down for years instead of days There's a whole lot of people out there and they're a wild and restless sea Some will care and some will steal the last breath that you breathe from you