Justice
© 1980 The Imports
Spiraling down
I’m spinning around
I’ll go down tonight
Who lives to say
Where justice will rule
His hand crashes down
Lying down I cry
I begin to close my eyes
Collapsing I crash
Walking the straight line
All those who watch may laugh
But I know something
Some say they know
But I say I know
The answer
Dementia and dimension
I begin to feel the difference
Wading in a drowned man
