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
He’ll say, “In God We Trust”
“Son, you’re outta luck”
And hey, you get what you deserve

You wanna see blood
How the Law plays out
You wanna see God
Take His belt off
With those calloused hands
Thy will be dealt
And you’ll be forced to fold so you feel it

Darling ain’t no use in crying
Or getting your Executioner on the phone
Dig up some dirt from that Garden of Eden
And say please, you get what you deserve

Darling ain’t no use in crying
Or getting the Governor on the phone
Drum up some nerve for better or worse
Cause here, you get what you deserve