[Smyth, Thorpe]



A slap on the wrist and you're free to go 

Nevermind what what you did was so damn low 

Took what you want and the prize was yours 

You got somethin' for nothin'... no one to pay for it

Yeah you're free to go 

You had a job to do 

They'll loosen the cuffs for you 

Yeah you're free to go

The judge and juries are spinning wheels 

Moral obsessions hide the truth 

The man in the black says you got to beware 

To protect and serve above the law of the land

Yeah you're free to go 

You had a job to do 

We'll be seeing you 

Yeah you're free to go

Yeah you're free to go 

Well your job is through 

We'll be seeing you 

Yeah you're free to go