Jeffrey Lesser - You Don't Know This Man lyrics

[LUCILLE] You don't know this man You don't know a thing You come here with these horrifyin' stories, These contemptible conceits, And you think you understand How a man's heart beats And you don't know a thing. You don't know this man You don't even try When a man writes his mother ev'ry Sunday, Pays his bills before they're due, Works so hard to feed his family— There's your murderer for you! And you stand here spittin' words That you know aren't true! Then you don't know this man I don't think you could You don't have the right to know A man that wise and good— He is a decent man! He is an honest man! And you don't know... And you never will.. Not from me, not from anyone who knows him— Not a morsel, not a crumb, not a clue. I have nothing more to say to you.