She had a chalk white face and dandelion hairIt was a wisp of a woman who lived in the tenement upstairsWell, the walls are so thin, you can hear her bleedingHe was a mountain of a man who stung a brood all gameWith a fist he swung like a curved claw hammer on a nailWith all of his might, most every nightThen it came one day, on a cold day in JulyA time to choose to eitherLive or dieLike a low-hung fruit sprung from the tree of lifeYeah, the moment had arrivedAs he wrapped his hands around her throatBefore the kitchen lights went offShe took hold of the butcher knifeAnd she drove it into the roomAnd threw it into his heartStrew it into his heartSoon the police cameAnd they laid her in cuffsThrew her in the back of a black and white insurerThey locked her awayAnd there she would stayYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahThen it came one day, on a cold day in JulyA case was assigned to a public defenderWho had ten other childs on his mindThe static was in, before a word was spokenSo it came one day, on a cold day in JulyA time to choose to either live or dieTo either live or dieLike a low-hung fruitSprung from the tree of lifeYeah, the moment had arrivedAs I heard her shoutNo way, no howNo more blood and tearsWould I shedAnd then there cameThe terrible silenceAnd the mountain of a manWas deadYeah, the mountain of a manWas deadI won't believeI won't believeWhat I or heShe was no newsWell, her faceNo lady fairJust a hard-looking womanBut she had no other wayWho lived in the tenement upstairsWho by jury over peersGot 25 years