Lyrics Crooked Tree (with Shaggy) - Sting , Shaggy
All
rise
for
the
Honorable
Judge
Burrell.
This
court
is
called
to
order,
These
charges
are
serious,
Stand
up
and
face
the
bench,
How
do
you
plead,
Sir?
How
do
you
plead?
"Guilty
as
charged,"
the
Judge
decreed,
"stand
up
and
face
the
bench,
I
have
some
words
to
say
to
you
before
we
recommence.
A
list
of
crimes
this
serious,
I
swear
I
have
not
seen,
In
all
the
years
that
I
have
served
Her
Majesty
the
Queen.
Arson,
murder,
blackmail,
grand
larceny
and
theft,
Drug
dealing,
human
trafficking,
I
ask
the
court,
what's
left?
Are
there
words
of
mitigation,
before
I
pass
the
sentence?
Anything
that
you
can
tell
the
court
to
add
to
your
defense?"
I
faced
the
court,
thought
long
and
hard
before
I
gave
reply,
"There's
something
that
you
need
to
hear,
from
me
before
I
die.
The
circumstances
of
my
birth
were
something
short
of
bliss,
I
have
this
from
my
mother,
it
was
told
to
me
like
this...
'The
day
that
I
was
born,
she
said,
The
Good
Lord
woke
from
slumber,
Looking
'round
his
timber
yard,
He
found
He
had
no
lumber,
Apart
from
some
old
twisted
branch,
in
shadows
left
to
lurk,
He
pulled
it
out
into
the
light
and
set
about
his
work.'
She
told
me
that
the
world
should
not
expect
too
much
of
me,
When
the
Good
Lord
carved
my
crooked
soul,
out
of
a
crooked
tree.
When
the
Good
Lord
carved
my
crooked
soul,
out
of
a
crooked
tree."
"Stand
up
and
face
the
bench,
I've
heard
all
you've
got
to
say,
That
there
look
on
your
face
says
you're
guilty,
And
now
it's
your
judgment
day."
"I'm
not
asking
for
forgiveness,
I'm
not
proud
of
what
I've
done,
I
did
the
things
I
had
to
do,
like
any
other
mother's
son.
None
of
us
are
perfect,
so
remember
what
you
see.
When
the
Good
lord
carved
this
crooked
soul,
out
of
a
crooked
tree.
When
the
Good
Lord
carved
this
crooked
soul,
out
of
a
crooked
tree."
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