My good I saw him
he looked theree quarter dead
and he was so bad
I had to turn my head
you beat him so hard
that he was bent and lame
and I know everybody's going to blame
I don't believe he knows
I acted for our good
I'd save him all the suffering
I'f I don't believe our good
save him I'f could cut the confession
forget the excuse I don't understand why
You're filled whit remorse
all that you've said
has come true whit a vengance
the mob has turned egainst him
you've haked the right horse
what you have done
will be the saving of israel
you'll be remembered forever
for this and not only that
You've been paid for your efforts
pretty good wages for one little kiss

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