You’re standing accused
On the Ten-O-Clock News
A Jury of your peers
Say you’re rotten
You’re cold and unfeeling
Should of never been born
You look like somebody who’s guilty
Darling ain’t no use in crying
Or getting the lawyer on the phone
Drum up some nerve for better or worse
Cause in here, you get what you deserve
Nothing just
‘Bout a justice game
Put a human being
Into a nightmare
He can never wake up
She can never come clean
‘Til you sell to the tabloids
Darling ain’t no use in crying
Or getting your Congressman on the phone