Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Larry Wallis
Larry Wallis
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Wallis
Larry Wallis
Songwriter

Lyrics

In the night I'm sleeping hollow
In renunciation of death
So cold out on the parking lot
We can see each other's breath
Like souls on rapid transit
Snorting coke, smoking grass
All acting out the impulse
To make it the final pass
But tell that to a downtown jury
I said tell that to a downtown jury
I'd like to see you try
Disorder, disassociation
Disfunction and disgrace
And a total disability
To look disciples in the face
A third strike for the loser
No hostage to protect
Brains all on the table
For Dr. Van Winkle to dissect
But tell that to a downtown jury
Yeah, tell that to a downtown jury
I said tell that to a downtown jury
Try and tell that to a downtown jury
I'd like to see you try
Shake the odds and roll the dice now
The exit's just ahead
Choose an occupation
Where the dead stay really dead
In a deputy sheriff's uniform
Shoe shine, lick spit, neat
A life of solemn instruction
A shotgun under the seat
But tell that to a downtown jury
Yeah, tell that to a downtown jury
I said tell it now to a downtown jury
Go ahead, tell it to a downtown jury
I'd like to see you try
Written by: Larry Wallis
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