Thank you.
Thank you.
See what's wrong
Cause I'm so tired of singing alone
My story starts in a court of law
Where a man is on trial for his life
The courtroom is tense
And the jury is out
Deciding the prisoner's fate
But the prisoner himself
A tall man with glossy black hair
And piercing eyes
Sits guarding with his lawyer
His daughter Nora
And his son-in-law Harry Wilson
Waiting for the fateful version
He insulted me
He called me a mountain bank
A charlatan, a trickster
He called a great wind
Out of paper
He died
Let it come
Oh Father, I'm sorry
Watch the birds up above my head
Oh, I was a victim of it
Oh Father, I'm sorry
See the world away
I'm a victim, it's all too soon
Oh Father, I'm sorry
Oh Father, I'm sorry
Oh Father, I'm sorry
I'm no fear for me
The fools
They too think that I'm an imposter and trickster
They shall learn different
Father, you just stand up
Father, you just stand up

The prisoner will rise very well.
I'll stand up so that they will recognize my face again
when they see it suddenly in the night
and know that death has come to claim them.
Bouncing off the walls inside this monkey mind
An echo chamber made of nerves and bone
Every night that ends leads to a sun that shines
No matter how it feels there must be hope
Cause I'm sick of always running out of rope