Big Dan stands on a dark and dusty platform,
Steel chains bind his hands and his feet,
For his sins he must atone, work his fingers to the bone,
The boys in blue got a bad man off the street,
The cops have got a black man off the street.
And Dan said 'Judge, I was minding my own business,
'When a drunken sailor threw a fist at me,
'And when did self-defense become a capital offence,