I can't believe what you're asking whilst standing there in the dock,
For clemency, from this bench, whose justice you're trying to mock
You're standing there large as life having regaled your tale
Expecting me to grant your wish, but justice, its not for sale
You know that this can't be good, as you're handcuffed to a guard
It's easy for me with my pronouncements on a card
The sentence that I give you is governed by guidelines
It doesn't stop the emotive stuff that's crashing round my mind
Bouncing round my skull with electro-chemical impulses
Culminating with the thought I find your crimes repulsive
Standing there and fidgeting, shuffling your feet around
Occasionally opening your mouth and emitting random sounds
To questions you've been asked by counsel in the court
Are just strings of erroneous words, without coherent thought
The words they just empty out like sewerage down a drain
I don't think that there's a link from your mouth to your brain
I would rather be somewhere else than sitting here today
Listening to you rambling on, insistent on having your say
But in the name of justice sitting here I must do
Protecting the general public from the criminal likes of you
To help me get through this unsavoury judicial task
I hide my emotional substance behind this stone faced mask
Underneath this exterior I'm human, like you standing there
Except I'm wearing a suit and sat here in my chair
You've churned up these feelings that I hold deep inside,
You expect me to accept this and take it in my stride, 
but I've got to hold it together, I've integrity you know
Any feelings I have on this matter I'm not allowed to show
expelling my prejudice is something that can't be taught 
I've got pride in my demeanour and I've got pride in my thought,
But thought is not something that comes easy to you,
You just think of yourself and nobody else in everything you do
For every action that you do there is always a consequence
Get your solicitor to look it up, then I'll recommence 
You think that you’re a victim and society’s the big issue,
well, let me get my violin and cry into this tissue
The tissue is symbolic, it represents your lies
The fact we don’t believe you can’t come as any surprise
Your solicitor should be commended for putting forward your case
With only the tiniest of smiles sat upon their face
I know they don’t believe just as much as I
and that they are here to represent you, and oh god, they've tried
But try as they might there’s just no chance to save your arse today
I have no choice in this matter, I’m sending you away
I can see your mother and girlfriend at the back of Court 
Sitting there, holding hands and looking rather fraught
Your girlfriend seems to be pregnant from my vantage point here,
But you won’t be there to support her as the birth draws near
And that’s something for you to think about, if you really can
About how you’ve affected her life and screwed up all her plans
The reality of it all will hit when her tears have dried
About she’ll get through this without you by her side
So, at last the time has come for me to simply say
Guards, remove this odious man, take him away.