Bragg Billy Rotting On Remand Lyrics

Rotting On Remand Lyrics

I stood before the judge that day
As he refused me bail
And I knew that I
would spend my time
Awaiting trial in jail
I said there is no
justice
As they led me out the door
And the judge said, "This isn't a
court of justice son
This is a court of law."
They first sent me to
Windsor
And then to Stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in
Liverpool
Three days and nights I spent
My solicitor can't find me
And
my family doesn't know
I keep telling them that I'm innocent
They just
say, "Come on son, in you go."
I was picked up on suspicion of something I
haven't done
Here I sit in 'F' wing waiting for my trial to come
It's a
cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty,
rotting on remand
I ended up in this jail
Built in 1882
When one man
to one prison cell
Was a Victorian value
Now three of us are squeezed in
here
And you can't escape the smell
Of that bucket in the corner
And
we eat in here as well
They let me out of this cage
To slop that bucket
out
To get my food and bring it back
And if I'm lucky, get a
shower
Apart from one hours exercise
I'm locked in here all day
You
don't turn criminals into citizens
By treating them this way
Is the price
of law and order the stench of Wormwood Scrubs
With judges quick to sentence
sending more down from above
It's a cruel unusual punishment that society
demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand