Blind-Fold
A Firing squad loads magic bullets
They aim rifles at the patriot on display
A black robed judge stands between them
Counting unfolded dollar bills in green
The wall is full of so many empty holes
Place your fingers in them for evidence
Make a wish but make it quick
The show is about to begin
Justice is so righteous in the morning hours
When men in pretty military uniforms are firing
Smoke lifts with something so innocently forgotten
What about a cigarette and blindfold for our friend?
Any final requests before breakfast?
No need to start again, there are no witnesses
Ammo costs money and justice is swift
Fingers get itchy at times like this
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