Crooked Tree

All rise for the honorable Judge Burrell

This court is called to order

These charges are serious

Stand up and face the bench

What do you plead, sir?

What do you plead?

(Guilty)

Guilty as charged the judge decreed

Stand up and face the bench

I have some words to say to you

Before we recommence

A list of crimes this serious

I swear I have not seen

In the all the years that I have served

Her Majesty, the Queen

Arson, murder, blackmail

Grand larceny and theft

Drug dealin', human trafficking

I asked the court, what's left?

Are there words of mitigation

Before I pass the sentence?

Anything that you can tell the court

To add to your defense?

I faced the court, thought long and hard

Before I gave reply

There's something that you need to hear

From me before I die

The circumstances of my birth

Were something short of bliss

I have this from my mother

It was told to me like this

The day that I was born, she said

The good lord woke from slumber

Lookin' round his timber yard

He found he had no lumber

Apart from some old twisted branch

The shadows left to lurk

He pulled it out into the light

And set about his work

She told me that world should not

Expect too much of me

When the good Lord carved my crooked soul

Out of a crooked tree

When the good Lord carved my crooked soul

Out of a crooked tree

Stand up and face the bench

I've heard all you've gotta say

That there look on your face says your guilty

And now it's your judgment day

I'm not asking for forgiveness

I'm not proud of what I've done

I did the things I had to do

Like any mother's son

None of us are prefect

So remember what you see

When the good Lord carved this crooked soul

Out of a crooked tree

I don't wanna hear no more

That's enough, take the defendant out

Order in the court, order in the court

I said order in the court