Mr Judge

Hey mister my hands are cold
I see no one here
could touch my soul
the lord on high
ain't on my side
why should I stay?
my time abide
I had a job hard to find
don't believe the priest
and his simple song
the wedding gown bought for my love
tore it apart tore it from my heart
last night I took a ride
in my car by the riverside
I saw a man and I saw his wife
well I rode them over...
now tell me mr. judge
why I still sleep fine
I still sleep fine sleep.