Here Comes the Judge
Here comes the Judge
All dressed in black
not taking any prisoners
nor even any slack
He walks in the room
With his head hung high
He acknowledges everyone
And no one passes Him by
When he sits behind his desk
With his gavel in his hand
He's ready to judge every woman
Every child and every man
As the call goes out
In which all has heard
Every one rises
Cause here comes the judge.
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