Rotting on Remand

I stood before the judge that day as he refused me bail

And I knew that I would spend my time awaiting trial in jail

I said, "There is no justice" as they led me out the door

And the judge said, "This isn't a court of justice son, this is a court of law"

They first sent me to Windsor and then to stoke on Trent

In a holding cell in Liverpool three days and nights I spent

My solicitor can't find me, my family don't know

I keep telling them that I'm innocent they say

"Come on son, in you go"

And I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven't done

Here I sit in F wing waiting for my trial to come

It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands

Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

I ended up in this jail built in 1882

One man to one prison cell was a Victorian value

Now three of us are squeezed in here and you can't escape the smell

Of that bucket in the corner and we eat in here as well

They let me out of this cage to slop that bucket out

To get my food and bring it back and if I'm lucky, get a shower

Apart from one hour's exercise, I'm locked in here all day

You don't turn criminals into citizens by treating them this way

Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs?

With judges quick to sentence more down from above

It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands

Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand