John Sinclair lyrics

It ain't fair, John Sinclair

In the stir for breathing air

Won't you care for John Sinclair?

In the stir for breathing air

Let him be, set him free

Let him be like you and me

They gave him ten for two

What else can the judges do?

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta set him free

If he'd been a soldier man

Shooting gooks in Vietnam

If he was the CIA

Selling dope and making hay

He'd be free, they'd let him be

Breathing air, like you and me

They gave him ten for two

What else can the judges do?

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta set him free

They gave him ten for two

They got Ali Otis too.

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta set him free

Was he jailed for what he done?

Or representing everyone

Free John now, if we can

From the clutches of the man

Let him be, lift the lid

Bring him to his wife and kids

They gave him ten for two

What else can the bastards do?

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,

gotta, gotta, gotta set him free