Roscoe Beck - A Singer Must Die lyrics

Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess Is it true you betrayed us? the answer is yes Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice A singer must die for the lie in his voice And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty You keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty Your vision was right, my vision was wrong I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song Oh la... Oh, the night it is thick, my defences are hid In the clothes of a man I would like to forgive In the furs of his leather, the shade of his eyes Where I have to go begging in beauty's disguise Oh good night, good night, my night after night My night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night Do do do ... So save me a place in the ten-dollar grave With those who took money for the pleasure we gave With those always ready, with those who are dressed So you could lay down with your head on their breast yes And the ladies gone moist, and the judge has no choice A singer must die for the lie in his voice Oh la la la...