John Sinclair lyrics
It ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir for breathing air Won't you care
for John Sinclair? In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him
free Let him be like you and me
They gave him ten for two What
else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him
free
If he'd been a soldier man Shooting gooks in Vietnam If
he was the CIA Selling dope and making hay He'd be free, they'd let him
be Breathing air, like you and me
They gave him ten for
two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set
him free
They gave him ten for two They got Ali Otis
too. Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
Was he
jailed for what he done? Or representing everyone Free John now, if we
can From the clutches of the man Let him be, lift the lid Bring him to
his wife and kids
They gave him ten for two What else can the
bastards do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
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