Lyrics

I committed no crime but it seems that I have no place to hide I had a bad disposition and a pistol all loaded for suicide And though I didn't act, that don't really matter The law books they are fat, the lawyers they get fatter And I'll be lucky if they ship me to Siberia I've got two mad women, no mother, and a brother who prays for me And as for my man Ivan, if I'm lucky, maybe he'll take the blame for me Or maybe I'll get loaded, end up in a fight Or maybe I'll go down just like the other night But I'll be lucky if they ship me to Siberia Well Father was peculiar, and now the fruit it don't fall to far away So what's it to ya? If he was here I know he would say No, he'd tell ya, I didn't do those crimes you claim No, he'd tell ya, I didn't do those things you say Well, Father was peculiar and we both ended up with the same girl If you call me obsessive, well it kind of underestimates my behavior Now everyone believes in an imminent conviction Everybody knew my overall intentions And I'll be lucky if they ship me to Siberia Now Father was peculiar, and now the fruit it did fall so far away Well, what's it to ya? If he were here I know he would say No, he'd tell ya, I didn't do those crimes you claim No, he'd tell ya, I didn't do those things you say Now the judge and the jury and the people in the city, they all talk about (talk, talk, talk) The people in my life like they're someone in a movie on your night out Evidence is bad and it don't look like I'm getting out of here And as for the man who done it, he fixed it up nice, he made it very clear But Ivan understands, when everything is awful You do just what you can because everything is lawful And I'll be lucky if he can break me outta here And I say, come on man! Well Father was peculiar Yeah, so what's it to ya? It didn't mean I did those crimes you say Hey! I said Father was peculiar Yeah, so what's it to ya? Still I didn't do those crimes you say You say, you say Father, Father was peculiar Didn't mean I did no crimes