Trial

The whole truth, who can tell?

I raise my hand and swear

(Stick to the facts, stick to the facts!)

I never slap her down, never shout at her

Never have a grudge, calm down, understand

Tolerant and stuff

I never beat for fun, your honour

I was such a cunt

(Stick to the facts, stick to the facts!)

This trial does not make sense

The whole thing is a farce

(Stick to the facts, stick to the facts!)

She was blind drunk, you know the kind

I had no choice but to strike, beat her to death

She can go to hell for all I care

Your honour I’m not to blame, it’s only right...