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What am I supposed to learn? I haven't learned it yet Smoke another cigarette Say another prayer I'm gonna meet the judge She don't care what I have to say Only what I have to wear Got some public defense I started to fear when he itched a hundred dollar bill with his ear I reached in my pocket Pulled out a tear The defenders and the jail-senders have gotten together There's a corner in the courthouse no one knows about Except for the vendor Strip down naked fast as you can Take a shower with another man Come back Pick up a jumpsuit Slip into a pair of pants From Letras Mania