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Verse:
D5The D.A. is dressed to the nines A5In the mirror he practices all his lines D5To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor A5I'm guessing that he read the morning paper CmThe headline reads "the man hangs",Gm but the jury doesn't
Pre Chorus:
D5And everyone's looking for rFelief D5United States versus disFbelief D5Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aA5isle D5Clear your throat and face the Fworld D5The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luckF girls D5Only breathing with the aid of deA5nial.
Chorus:
BbCase open, case sFhut, But you could pF#ay to close it like a casket BbBaby boy can't lift his headache hFead F#Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
Verse 2: He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked On one to six the gallery is hushed Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know Hang on a rope or bated breath Whichever you prefer Pre chorus And everyone's looking for relief A bidding war for an old flame's grief The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse Not a word that could make you comprehend Too well dressed for the witness stand The press prays for whichever headline's worse Chorus Case open, case shut, But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can't lift his headache head Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo) Bridge:
D5Fresh pressed suit and tie A5Unimpressed birds sing and die CmCan talk my way out of aGmnything D5The foreman reads the verdict A5"In the above entitled actCmions we find Gmthe defendant..." D5 let ring Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...Guilty..
. Case open, case shut, But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can't lift his headache head Isn't it tragic? [x2]