The snakes have been sworn in and in attendance is their kin The jury may be seated, courts in session The stenographer types out, she’s filled with overwhelming doubt She’ll never catalogue a guilty man’s confession Defense will cross-examine as the facts are reexamined He’ll spin wild tales with cryptic legal jargon The DA will retort and in a desperate last resort There’ll be no room left in this case for a plea-bargain Why you gotta lie for lying’s sake If the cradle and bow break Why you gotta stand there so accused And look the way you do The verdict is declared, scent of corruption fills the air The judge ironically demands that there be order So he files for appeal and cuts himself the sweetest deal And the canary sings again to save his own neck The patsies line the halls taking turns to take their fall The judge thinks if and when the truth had ever mattered Why you gotta lie for lying’s sake If the cradle and bow break Why you gotta stand there so accused And look the way you do If winnings everything the truth it will mean nothing You’ve made your bed, so lye, lie to me You’ve made your bed, so try try try Why you gotta lie for lying’s sake If the cradle and bow break Why you gotta stand there so accused And look the way you do