Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul.
You can mark my words that I said it first, in a mourning warning no one heard.
When the first stone there's screaming, in the streets there's a raging riot.
When it's "burn the bitch" they're shrieking. When the truth comes out it's so quiet.
So they filled my cell with snakes, I regret to say: Do you believe me now?
