John Sinclair

It ain’t fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Won’t you care for John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Let him be
Set him free
Let him be like you and me
They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do
You got to, got to
Got to set him free
If he had been a soldier man
Shooting gooks in Vietnam
If he was the CIA
Selling dope and making hay
He’d be free
They’d let him be
Breathing air like you and me
Back home
They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do
Got to, got to
Got to set him free
Free
They gave him ten for two
They got Lee Otis too
They got to, got to
Got to set him free
Was he jailed for what he’d done
Representing everyone
Free John now if we can
From the clutches of the man
Let him be
Lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids
They gave him ten for two
What more can the bastards do
You got to, got to…
Got to set him free