Wyatt Hall - I Don't Belong in Jail

I feel like I'm insane
After rifling
Through the pictures
Of my own brain
'Cause the photographs in question
They don't look a thing like me
At least not
How I thought I'd be

The autopsy declared
It was blunt force
With something heavy
Right to the dome
And as for motivation
Well they can't pin down a one
But they both looked like
They wanted to go home

I got one hand on the Bible and the other on a gavel
Wondering how to prove myself
'Cause the jury's standing there
And they can see through all my clothing and I feel like I'm in hell
Crying ooh, I don't belong in jail.
Ooh, all to no avail

I heard the sentence then
From above them
And that sad man
Is going in for life
A life that I would trade him
If I only had the chance
Because I never got
To say goodbye

I got one hand on the Bible and the other on a gavel
Wondering how to prove myself
'Cause the jury's standing there
And they can see through all my clothing and I feel like I'm in hell
Crying ooh, I don't belong in jail
Ooh, all to no avail

I'm breaking out, I'm on the run
Honey, please leave the light on
Somebody, take me home
I don't belong here, no I don't, I don't

I got one hand on the Bible and the other on a gavel
I know I can't prove myself
'Cause the jury's standing there and they've already made the ruling
And they're sending me to hell
Crying ooh, I don't belong in jail
Ooh, all to no avail

Written by:
Wyatt Hall

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