I'm Not the Man

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
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 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
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 As the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!"
 And I feel my blood go cold, he goes free
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 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
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 Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal?
 Who struck this devil's deal?