Rotting On Remand - Billy Bragg

    I stood before the Judge that day
    As he refused me bail
    And I knew that I would spend my time
    Awaiting trial in jail
    I said there is no justice
    As they led me out of the door
    And the Judge said, "This isn't a court of justice son
    This a court of law."

    They first sent me to Windsor
    And then to Stoke on Trent
    In a holding cell in Liverpool
    Three days and nights I spent
    My solicitor can't find me
    And my family don't know
    I keep telling them that I'm innocent
    They just say, "Come on son, in you go."

    I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven't done
    Here I sit in 'F' wing waiting for my trial to come
    It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
    Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

    I ended up in this jail
    Built in 1882
    When one man to one prison cell
    Was a Victorian value
    Now three of us are squeezed in here
    And you can't escape the smell
    Of that bucket in the corner
    And we eat in here as well

    They let me out of this cage
    To slop that bucket out
    To get my food and bring it back
    And if I'm lucky, get a shower
    Apart from one hours exercise
    I'm locked in here all day
    You don't turn criminals into citizens
    By treating them this way

    Is the price of law and order the stench of Wormwood Scrubs
    With judges quick to sentence sending more down from above
    It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
    Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

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