[This song I wrote for John Sinclair. OK, "John Sinclair", nice and easy now. Sneaky. 1,2, 1,2,3,4.]
It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Won't you care for John Sinclair?
In the stir for breathing air
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me
They gave him ten for two
What else can Judge Columba do?
We got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to set him free
If he was a soldier man
Shooting gooks in Vietnam
If he was the CIA
Selling dope and making hay
He'd be free, they'd let him be
Breathing air, like you and me
They gave him ten for two
What else can Judge Columba do?
We got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to set him free
They gave him ten for two
And they got punk and London too
We got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to set him free
Was he jailed for what he done
Or representing everyone?
Free John now, if we can
From the clutches of the man
Let him be, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids
All right
They gave him ten for two
What else can the bastards do?
We got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to set him free
Free!
[OK, thank you all for coming, we're way over time, sorry we couldn't hear more music. John, if you're listening still in jail, man, I hope this help, we hope to see you here soon. Thank you all for coming and being so nice!]
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