In the dock I stand accused,

I ask for bail but am refused,

the cace was on TV and in the press,
with all the hype,
The Magistrate was to be a snip,
they asked me no questions of the crime,
all they were after was giving me time
the snip presided on my committal day
and all the police came to say,
“he did this” and “he did that”
the police did done their lying-hat.

In the dock I stand accused,

and all I feel is defiled, abused.
When the police were asked
they put on their mask.
“We searched the house and looked in the cupboard”
They must have thought they were Mother Hubbard!

“The garden WAS searched without a doubt

I looked my sel and I found nowt”
DS Capstick then go's on to say.
“I looked in the hut”
Now I know there's something afoot,
he must be mistaken or even confused.

It's probably just the words he used.

Kevin asks him “Did you look inside the shed?”
But there is no shed!
All the looking is inside his head.

I stand in the dock as the man accused.

Just like Queen Victory, I am not amused.
With all the lies told that day
longer in prison I must stay.
Comitted for trial at Carlisle Crown Court.
The outcome is now set and somwhat fraught.
I set to work at great pace.
In one year I had my case.

November came and so commenced the legal game.

They said this, and we said that
again the police donned their liying-hat.
When them liars we did show.
Two more statements came from .
From the room next door.
Every time a hole was found.
Every time a truth ungowned
in came more and more. Never ever shown before.

One-by-one the witnesses went by

some were good and true
 some with a glint in their eye
some; that's most, did all the way lie.

If looks could kill then now is the time I must die.

But all was not aloss.
I had statements from Thomas and Olly
I even had one from my boss.
I stood in the witness box for an hour, or four.
But not on crack did I let show.

At the start of my trial the QC said this.

At the end of this trial I will prove beyond doubt
and leave me with no defence
Or protestations of whitch to shout.
The jury went out to study the case
as me and Kevin talked of P.A.C.E.
Back to prison I went to wait.
All this not-knowing
I did hate.

The day after that I was taken back.

No verdict was fourth-coming
so they were asked to try agen;
but this time just try for ten.

The twelve tried in vain

to achieve their aim.
The ten then tried the same.
But all did not grasp the game
Now the position was just the same
Hung Jury!!
What's that?

The prosecution can have another go

But this time; get it off pat.
The day came to go to court,
for trial.
Every day I was on a van for over one hundred mile.
Back and forward for a week this time.
All to see if I did the crime
I could tell them in a dot.
The answer is I did not.

At the end of this now appparent farce

called justice. The first trial being declared a miss.
The outcome was very clear to all.
I was shafted to the hilt
To con the jury of my guilt.
All that's left to say
is how long before I see the day
That I once more will be let go.
 The judge did say his crewel words.
Then told me I would go to prison for twelve years.
He then said take him down.
Shotrtly after I departed that town.
Never again to see that place
Never again to see his face
The face that lied to put me in hell.

As you enter the prison abandon all hope

you'll find it's going to become impossible
to cope.
To be in prison for a crime you did is nothing at all.
To be in prison as an innocent man!
Well just imagine, if you can.
Appeals all fail, so stay in jail.
Do your bird serve your time
Never worry about the crime.