| I'm standing in the dock | |
| With my innocent hand on my heart | |
| I've changed my plea | |
| I've changed my plea to guilty | |
| Because freedom is wasted on me | |
| See how your rules spoil the game | |
| Outside there is a pain | |
| Emotional air raids exhausted my heart | |
| And it's safer to be inside | |
| So, i'm changing my plea | |
| And no one can dissuade me | |
| Because freedom was wasted on me | |
| See how your rules spoil the game | |
| Something i have learned | |
| If there is one thing in life i've observed | |
| It's that everybody's got somebody | |
| Ooh no, not me | |
| So i've changed my plea to guilty | |
| And reason and freedom is a waste | |
| It's a lot like life |