Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gary Holt
Guitar
Rick Hunolt
Guitar
Steve Souza
Lead Vocals
John Tempesta
Drums
Rob McKillop
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Holt
Songwriter
John Tempesta
Songwriter
Rick Hunolt
Songwriter
Rob McKillop
Songwriter
Steve Souza
Songwriter
Exodus
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gary Holt
Producer
Rick Hunolt
Producer
Csaba Petocz
Recording Engineer
Andy Newell
Additional Engineer
Casey McMackin
Assistant Engineer
Chris Fuhrman
Additional Engineer
Jim McKee
Additional Engineer
John Bush
Additional Engineer
Lawrence Ethan
Assistant Engineer
Lewis Demetri
Additional Engineer
Manny Lacarrubba
Assistant Engineer
Marc Senasac
Mixing Engineer
Shawna Stobie
Assistant Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Steve Heinke
Assistant Engineer
Ulrich Wild
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
All rise and come to order
Bailiff start the video recorder
You've been sworn, what's your complaint?
Speak up son, don't hesitate!
He presided in his courtroom so long ago
He was hanging cowboys for stealing buffalo
Court is adjourned, for his honor's feeling ill
The shaking old relic needs a glycerin pill!
Hang up your rope 'cause you're looking tired
If it was up to me they'd all be fired
Day after day convicting all those liars
This ain't TV jail
It's TV hell!
Believe it or not
Those walking blood clots
Make enough money for a thousand foot yacht
Who in Hollywood
Did they every acquit?
Just senile, judicial idiots
As the drama unfolds
And the law he upholds
If you look real close
You could see him growing mold
Small claims messiah
Is only a pariah to be ridiculed...
Objection Overruled!
All rise as he takes the bench
To hear his old voice make my gut wrench
Silence to those who are in his court
I'm found guilty by his report
No washed-up judge can say to me
The shit he throws arround when he's on TV
What can he fucking do, throw me in jail?
I'd slap out his dentures, post them for bail!
Hang up your robe 'cause you're looking tired
If it was up to me they'd all be fired
Day after day convicting all those liars
This ain't TV jail, it's TV hell!
You lose the case
To a bigger bullshit they you today
When it comes to the end
You tell all of TV land what you've got to say
When you're dead and gone
Will they get another fossil to carry on?
They must go to school
To hand-pick these old fools
I say to you
Objection Overruled!
It's all Perry Mason's fault!
Cat strangling
Writer(s): Gregory Isaacs, Sylvester Weise
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