John Sinclair
John Lennon
It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir of breathing air
Won't you care for John Sinclair?
In the stair of breathing air
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me
They give him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, set him free
If he had 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
Breatthing air, like you and me
They gave me ten for two
What more can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him freee
Was he jailed for what he done?
Representing everyone
Free john now, if we can
From the clutches oof the man
Let him free, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids
They gave me ten for two
What more can the bastards do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
