steven avery had a junkyard dog
claimed he was an innocent man
his family ran a breaker's yard
they were the county's outcast clan
one night a young woman was raped
was gonna die but she ran
got down to the county hall
the deputy said
we know that man
she picked him out of a line up
with 4 men that didn't look like him
so the prosecutor began to construct his case
while steven's young family life
crumbled into waste
a city officer calls the victim
we know of a rapist
right here in town
we think the county's got the wrong man
please help us grab him
a'for another one goes down
the county said
it's just politics
they really want the bust
they will only confuse you
it's in us that you should trust
so steven he's convicted
while the city's plea went unheaded
he set off for the pen
shadow of a doubt was all he needed
and the city rapist
he hit again and again
he did damn near 20 years
before the dna
little bands of gel
made steven a free man
released him from endless hell
the demon was a local man
just like the city said
while grief guilt
and remorse
filled the poor victim's head
she met him at the jailhouse
offered up her heart
steven said that's ok
i want to focus on my new start
not long after that
the law went looking for a woman
in fact just she's a kid
they found her burnt and hacked up
in a trash barrel bin
thirty feet from the residence
that steven avery lived in
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