The accused will rise to be torn in two
Guilty of nothing but loving you
This is the judgment
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
With a pitiful lack of experience
Hand down the judgment
And if I done wrong
And loved you too long
Stand up and just testify
How can I deny
Objection overruled
I wait for my reprieve
With the trust of the deceived
The wisdom of the fool
It's his sorrowful face
Too heavy for his head
'Cause he bowed it as something come over him
It was the judgment
He falls to his knees
Have mercy on me
He clings to the hem of her gown
She says, "Just take him down."