Lyrics Robyn Hitchcock

Robyn Hitchcock

Legalized Murder

In the hall of legalized murder

A young black man is waiting for his death

He killed a white policeman

Or so they say, and the judges want his breath

In the hall of legalized murder

Time goes by and no one does a lot

But they tested out the gas chamber

On a young black rabbit, at least he won't be shot

They should give him a medal

Isn't our world based on murder?

They should give him a medal

Isn't our world based on crime?

In the hall of legalized murder

A young black man is strapped into a chair

And the warden says "We'll get through this together,

Jim."

But the warden doesn't seem to have a chair

In the hall of legalized murder

There's a lump of flesh that's lying a tray

It's been freshly killed but it wasn't killed for eating

It's been freshly killed to be dumped and thrown away

They should give him a medal

Isn't our world based on murder?

They should give him a medal

Isn't our life based on crime