The Night in Question

I′ll beg for mercy if you let me
It shouldn’t take too long
You got a lot of cases to get through
I′ll try to keep it moving along

And I know that the dice are loaded
If I were you, then I’d be on your side
Dreaming up all the accusations I won’t deny
And I know that you got your reasons
Though you try so hard to conceal ′em
Whatever they are, well, I hope that they′re better than mine

Don’t try to change their opinion
Once they′ve got the taste of blood
I like the way you point your finger
I like the way you drag my name through the mud

Every alibi a fabrication
Every sigh an admission of guilt
Every apology an invitation to a life of crime
Where were you on the night in question?
Make an example, send them a message
You already signed the confession on the dotted line