Verse
I wish I had an alibi
or a hundred reasons why
I could never do you harm
instead it seems so clear
Detective Johnson said to me
"these questions they are all routine"
"we hope you will cooperate"
"What do you have to fear?"
Chorus
They think I shot you dead
because of things I said
they're sure I'm guilty of
a crime of passion
A raw and wounded soul
that lost all self control
and killed his baby in
a crime of passion
Verse
It happens almost everyday
so the pundits and the papers say
observe a bloody kitchen knife
a gun that cuts love down
Or just a taste of cyanide
semantics to the bitter side
what kind of pain could drive a man
to put love in the ground?
Repeat Chorus
The handcuffs go behind my back
Some circumstantial artifact
was all that they required to
establish I'm the one
silence is a guilty right
but my dreams keep me up at night
I swear I was no party to
this thing they think I've done
Repeat Chorus
The hanging judge is not amused
the lawyers have the tricks they use
some minor technicality
that lands me on the street
But everyone that passes by
They look at me, but not my eyes
it seem as if they are afraid
of the the evil they might see
Repeat chorus.