Innocent Death Row Inmate

It's over, my nightmare has finished, I no longer feel any pain. Now I can tell my story in your dreams, Tell it again and again. You see, the kid next door had a gun fired, Fired through his small tender head. It woke me so I went over to help, But he was sprayed all over his bed. Then the judge, the jury, the town, the people, All pointed their finger at me. And I was locked behind bars awaiting my fate, Of hearing the gas machine key. And while I waited I was raped every day, And beaten and broken on a whim. I had no safety for the health of myself, When they snapped each innocent limb. And each night in that jail the boy spoke in my dreams, Detailing what had been done. That the last thing he saw was the judge in his room, The judge holding a big shiny gun.