Rotting On Remand

C
I stood before the judge that day
    F             C
As he refused my bail

And I knew that I would spend my 
time
                   G
Awaiting trial in jail
   C
I said there is no justice
         F                 C
As they led me out of the door
          F                      
And the judge said, "This isn't a 
            C
court of justice son
      G              C
This is a court of law".

C
They first sent me to Windsor
     F                 C
And then to Stoke on Trent

In a holding cell in Liverpool
                         G
Three days and nights I spent
     C
My solicitor can't find me
         F           C
And my family don't know
        F                   
I keep telling them that I'm 
     C
innocent
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They just say, "Come on son, in you
  C      C7
 go."

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        F                      
I was picked up on suspicion of 
    C
something I haven't done
C    B/C    A/C   G/C          
Here I sit in 'F' wing waiting 
                  G
for my trial to come
           F                       
It's a cruel unusual punishment 
     C        F
that society demands
                        C      G  
Innocent till proven guilty, 
         C
rotting on remand

F  C  G  C  A7

    D
I ended up in this jail
          G    D
Built in 18-82

When one man to one prison cell
                  A
Was a Victorian value
      D
Now three of us are squeezed in here
          G               D
And you can't escape the smell
           G            D
Of that bucket in the corner
       A                D
And we eat in here as well


They let me out of this cage
     G               D
To slop that bucket out

To get my food and bring it back
                          A
And if I'm lucky, get a shower
  D
Apart from one hours exercise
       G                 D
I'm locked in here all day
            G                
You don't turn criminals into 
   D
citizens
       A               D    D7
By treating them this way

          G                      
Is the prize of law and order the 
    D
stench of Wormwood Scrubs
        D   C#/D    B/D    
With judges quick to sentence 
A/D                       A
sending more down from above
       G                           
It's a cruel unusual punishment 
     D         G
that society demands
                        D      A  
Innocent till proven guilty, 
        D
rotting on remand    G  D  A  D ...

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Francois Rousseau
Laboratoire Incognito (Computer 
Languages)
Universite de Montreal, Canada
E-mail: rousseaf@iro.umontreal.ca
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