Fiery Furnaces (The)

The Philadelphia Grand Jury
There ain't no more favors to ask; There ain't no petitions to pass; It's all in the hands—it's all in the hands— Of the Philadelphia Grand Jury now. More crooked sons of bitches you can't ever have come across. Make sure that they notarized my will. Make sure mom don't look at the news. We already know—there ain't no suspense— That the Philadelphia Grand Jury strings me up. More crooked sons of bitches you can't ever have come across From Letras Mania