Convict of Conviction

He was a convict
Of his own conviction
He was in conflict
Of his own infliction
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And the lines do draw a parallel
Right back to the place
Where the shadow boxers dance
And old memories do dwell
Below the tight rope
Drawn in suspicion
Beneath the artist
Who walks in ambitions
And the lines do draw a parallel
Right between fact and fiction
So the honest truth cannot yell
Over blind conviction
And nobody, nobody, nobody
Likes to be kept waiting
Oh, nobody, nobody, nobody
Likes to feel powerless
He was a jack box
On his final round
He had been wound
And wound and wound
Until the old man
Pulled thr final thread
Oh, the final thread that lead
To bloodshed
And the lines do a parallel
Right to the source of the friction
Where the spark started a fire from an old flint fell
Causing a burning affliction
But, nobody, nobody, nobody
Likes to be kept waiting
Oh, nobody, nobody, nobody
Likes to feel powerless
Oh, nobody, nobody, nobody
Likes to be kept waiting
Oh, nobody, nobody, nobody
Likes to feel powerless
And so he found himself
With his lady, on the run
Pursued by his friend, the emancipator and instigator
That old shot gun
And they ran and run
Till time ran out
For there are just some things
You don’t fool about
And the lines do draw a parallel
Right between fact and fiction
So the honest truth cannot yell
Over blind conviction