It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be   Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe   His eyes have gone away, escaping over time   He rules a crowded nation inside his mind      He knows that night like his hand   He knows every move he made   Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won't fade      10:05 his truck pulled home   10:05 he climbed his stair   About the time he was accused of being there      But I'm not the man   He goes free as I wait on the row for the man   To test the rope, he'll slip around my throat and silence me      On the day he was tried, no witness testified   Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify   His own confession was a prosecutor's prize   Made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies      But I'm not the man   He goes free as the candle vigil glows   As they burn my clothes      As the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!"   And I feel my blood go cold, he goes free      Call out the K K K, they're wild after me   And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal   They'd love to serve me up my final meal      Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal?   Who struck this devil's deal?