Crime for Crime — текст песни (Ani Difranco)

The big day has come

The bell is sounding

I run my hands through my hair one last time

Outside the prison walls

The town is gathering

People are trading crime for crime



Everyone needs to see the prisoner

They need to make it even easier

They see me as a symbol, and not a human being

That way they can kill me

Say its not murder, its a metaphor

We are killing off our own failure

And starting clean



Standing in the gallows

Everyone turned my way

I hear a voice ask me

If Ive got any last words to say

And Im looking out over the field of familiar eyes

Somewhere in a womans arms a baby cries



I think guilt and innocence

They are a matter of degree

What might be justice to you

Might not be justice to me

I went to far, Im sorry

I guess now Im going home

So let any amongst you cast the first stone

Now weve got all these complicated machines

So no one person ever has to have blood on their hands

Weve got complex organizations

And if everyone just does their job

No one person has to understand



You might be the wrong colour

You might be too poor

Justice isnt something just anyone can afford

You might not pull the trigger

You might be out in the car

And you might get a lethal injection

cause we take a metaphor that far



The big day has come

The bell is sounding

I run my hands through my hair one last time

Outside the prison walls

The town has gathered

People are trading crime for crime

People are trading crime for crime

People are still trading crime for crime