YOU GOT THE BLOOD OF AN INNOCENT MAN ON YOUR HANDS

V1
He was fighting a body in the Georgia Rule,
'Cos they said that he gunned down a man in the blue.
But seven of the nine came back to the stand,
To tell the judge and the jury that they got the wrong man.

PC1
And when The Law turned a deaf ear to him,
He took a ride on the stainless steel...

C1
I've got the blood of an innocent man on my hands.
I've got the blood of an innocent man on my hands.

V2
He was walking after dark through my neighborhood,
And I could tell by his clothes he was up to no good.
There was no time to waste, I shot him down,
'Cos there's no time to think when you're Standing Your Ground.

PC2
And now I've got a black mark on my soul
That I can carry and conceal...

C2
I've got the blood of an innocent man on my hands.
I've got the blood of an innocent man on my hands.

V3
You can cry and scream 'cos you lost control.
Or try to tell him that he's only three fifths of a soul.
And you complain that it all isn't fair somehow,
Because, "It all should've worked itself out by now."

PC3
Well it's a curse to the 3rd and the 4th generation,
And this is the debt I'll feel, 'cos...

C3
I've got the blood of an innocent man on my hands.
I've got the blood of an innocent man on my hands.

C4
I've got the blood of an innocent man on my hands.
I've got the blood of an innocent man on my hands.

C5
You got the blood of an innocent man on your hands.
(How does it feel?)
You got the blood of an innocent man on your hands.
(Tell me, how does it feel?)