off to prison you go
with a bag in one hand
reaping what you sow
murder was the case
you killed a man
named bill
for ten pounds
you know how it feels
off to your lonely cell
this I will tell
the jury man no mistake
and this is down to fate
he was walking
down the road
you started talking
listen to what he told
iv ten a ten pound note
so you stabbed him
in the throat
now your life is dim
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