Текст песни Parade — Closing Statement & Cakewalk

And this angel met her end on the concrete floor of the sweatshop where she toiled away her childhood fastening erasers to pencil caps for ten pennies an hour.
She died a noble death without a splotch or blemish upon her.
Your Honor, I’ve done my duty – I have no apologies to make. There will be but one verdict: GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY!

JUDGE ROAN
Gentlemen of the Jury, have you reached a verdict?

FOREMAN
Yes we have, Your Honor.

JUDGE ROAN
How say you?

FOREMAN
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.