It's a shame
A real shame
Cobbler clacks and heavy
Breaths with lips of canyon
Furloughed in the bunkhouse
Lay the burly felon
Forks of pitch are sharpened
Beckoned by the torchlight
Foreign men are reckoned
Criminal by mob-sight
It's a shame
A real shame
Knights and peasants join in
Rotten, thrown projectiles
I watch accusations
Say he poisoned the wells
He fits the motivation
Crowds have heard his vile plan
Laughing on I drink and
Watch them hang the wrong man
It's a shame
A real shame
A real shame