The accused will rise to be torn in two Guilty of nothing but loving you his is the judgement And I'm willing to plead How you don't want me Hoping this torment will cease Will I be released? There'll be lies, there'll be tears A jury of your peers Hand down the judgement With a pitiful lack of experience And if I done wrong And loved you too long Stand up and just testify How can I deny? Objection overruled with the trust of the deceived I wait for my reprieve The wisdom of the fool It's his sorrowful face Too heavy for his head Cos he bowed it as something come over him It was the judgement He falls to his knees Have mercy on me He clings to the hem of her gown She says, "Just take him down."