I'm Not The Man Songtext / Lyric

It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be

Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe

His eyes have gone away, escaping over time

He rules a crowded nation inside his mind



He knows that night like his hand

He knows every move he made

Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won't fade



10: 05 his truck pulled home

10: 05 he climbed his stair

About the time he was accused of being there



But I'm not the man

He goes free as I wait on the row for the man

To test the rope, he'll slip around my throat and silence me






On the day he was tried, no witness testified

Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify

His own confession was a prosecutor's prize

Made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies



But I'm not the man

He goes free as the candle vigil glows

As they burn my clothes



As the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!"

And I feel my blood go cold, he goes free



Call out the K K K, they're wild after me

And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal

They'd love to serve me up my final meal



Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal?

Who struck this devil's deal?