The D.A. is dressed to the nines In the mirror he practices all his lines To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor I'm guessing that he read the morning paper The headline reads: "The man hangs, but the jury doesn't."
And everybody's looking for relief The United States versus disbelief Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle From face to floor the body falls like bachelors or bad luck girls Only breathing with the aid of the knife
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?
He glances at his pew seating seven to twelve stacked On one to six the gallery is hushed Boys in three pieces dream of girls' daring and bravado The city streets in a cell not withstanding what we don't know Hang on the rope of bated breath Whichever you prefer
And everyone's looking for relief A bidding war for an old friend's grief The calls for chick, the calls for charm Another girl that's not aware but that can make you comprehend Too well dressed for the witness stand The best place for whichever headlines run
Case open, case shut But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can lift his headache head Isn't it tragic?
First class suit and tie I'm desperate Sing and die Can talk my way out of anything The foreman reads the verdict and the above-entitled actions We find the defendant (guilty)
Case open, case shut But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can left his headache head Isn't it tragic? Case open, case shut That you could be the cause of that casket Baby boy can left his head and he cares Isn't it tragic?