Evidence Room

Well I might be guilty, but I know my rights
What happened to the evidence they took that night?
If the police can’t produce it in a court of law
I guess the judge will just have to let me walk

Evidence Room, Evidence Room
Things are getting messy in the Evidence Room

The district attorney really blew his top
When he found out how they’ve been keeping shop
Papers stacked here, boxes scattered over there
Innocent and guilty clutter everywhere

People’s reputations and their lives are at stake
The marijuana farmer might have just caught a break
That cute little anarchist who smashed a glass
Now might have a better chance to save her ass

Over 300 oxycodone pills
Twenty-seven guns and other valuables
Thirty-four packets of cash money
Why not just set the captives free?

All the Council members tried to clean up the mess
“This is horrendous” said the mayor to the press
We didn’t see it coming and we never knew a thing
We were busy dealing with that skateboard ring

Well I know you think I cheated, baby, Saturday night
Believe me when I tell you everything is alright
That wasn’t my hat, wasn’t my guitar
You can’t trust a witness who smokes cigars

Evidence Room, Evidence Room
Things are getting messy in the Evidence Room

Well I might be guilty, but I know my rights
What happened to the evidence they took that night?
If the police can’t produce it in a court of law
I guess the judge will just have to let me walk