歌词
DORSEY: This angel met her end on the concrete floor of the sweatshop
Where she toiled away her childhood fastening erasers to pencil caps
For ten pennies an hour.
She died a noble death without a splotch or blemish upon her
Your Honor, I've done my duty;
I have no apologies to make.
There will be but one verdict in this trial:
GUILTY!
GUILTY!
GUILTY!
JUDGE ROAN: Gentlemen of the Jury, have you reached a verdict?
FOREMAN: Yes, sir, we have, Your Honor.
JUDGE ROAN: How say you?
FOREMAN: Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.