Letras: Fletch. Ghost Of Chicago.

Flashing red lights
Show me what you?re worth now
Getting caught cold
You?re hands are shaking
Look who?s crying now?
Take you away to a place that?s worse somehow
A waking dream
That?s hard to tell your reality from
This fucking prison cell

Hold on only for a moment sir
Let me explain myself
and I?ve been wrongfully accused
You have got the wrong guy
So turn around
And let me go

You have found me out
Where is your cover story?
And I swear on me and everything that I can help
You gotta be kidding me.
Ah ah ah ah ah

Order order in the courtroom
I swear to tell the truth and the whole truth and nothing but it
So help you god

You?ve done nothing for me
You were cold and lonely
I?ve given you away
It?s the only way

I would never give into your temptation
Id never be the same
So I will leave you waiting
Leave you waiting for me
Its open war
This is open war

You have found me out
Where is your cover story?
And I swear on me and everything that I can help
You gotta be kidding me
Ah ah ah ah

Order order in the courtroom
I swear to tell the truth and the whole truth and nothing but it
So help you god

Now this is open war
Now this is open war
Now this is open war

Order order in the courtroom
I swear to tell the truth the and whole truth and nothing but it
So help you god

Order order in the courtroom
I swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but it
So help you god