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Black Ribbon Anonymous - The Murder of Helen Jewett (Demo Version) Lyrics



Black Ribbon Anonymous - The Murder of Helen Jewett (Demo Version) Lyrics




Good morning, Your Honor, I have come to show you all this man's a fraud
He's a liar, an embezzler, and most importantly he's a killer, and he killed her, and we'll prove it
Because Mr. Robinson is a murderer, I will prove to you how he murdered her
By the end of the trial, all doubt will be put to rest, this man killed her; that's why she's dead

Good morning, Your Honor, we have gathered to determine if my client did or did not kill a whore
The prosecution's case is circumstantial, and they'll try to prove how he did it, to pull it off will take a miracle
Because Mr. Robinson is not a murderer, I will prove to you he did not murder her
By the end of the trial, I will put your doubts to rest, this man did not cause her death

Even before the first day of the trial it was over, the media was already sowing doubt
Even if the prosecution could prove that he killed her, the defense just had to prove she was a whore
And the prosecution brought forth all of its evidence, the could place him at the scene of the crime
But all the defense had to do was suggest he had no motive, and the prosecution crumbled from inside

What the prosecution needed was a miracle, to prove his guilt would take a miracle
Your Honor if you'll let me read just one of these letters it would prove he's guilty after all

Mr. Robinson had a lengthy correspondence with the victim before she had passed
And the letters proved a different view into the boy the defense knew the jury could not know
So they objected to the letters, and to the women's testimony altogether
They viewed the women as subhuman, to listen more would be delusion, they were women of the night after all

But what really happened the night of the crime?
Let me tell you, its quite simple
Mr. Robinson approached her with murder on his mind
And he killed her, its quite simple

He took a hatchet to her head, he set fire to her bed, Ms. Townsend call for help Ms. Jewett's dead

He took a hatchet to her head, he set fire to her bed, Ms. Townsend call for help Ms. Jewett's dead

Good morning, Your Honor, we have come to see my client vindicated of his crime
Let the jury make their decision, but well all know how this story goes, is it just a waste of time
The jury found he was not a murderer, even thought we know how he murdered her
200 years later, her soul still cannot rest
There is no justice for the dead
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Good morning, Your Honor, I have come to show you all this man's a fraud
He's a liar, an embezzler, and most importantly he's a killer, and he killed her, and we'll prove it
Because Mr. Robinson is a murderer, I will prove to you how he murdered her
By the end of the trial, all doubt will be put to rest, this man killed her; that's why she's dead

Good morning, Your Honor, we have gathered to determine if my client did or did not kill a whore
The prosecution's case is circumstantial, and they'll try to prove how he did it, to pull it off will take a miracle
Because Mr. Robinson is not a murderer, I will prove to you he did not murder her
By the end of the trial, I will put your doubts to rest, this man did not cause her death

Even before the first day of the trial it was over, the media was already sowing doubt
Even if the prosecution could prove that he killed her, the defense just had to prove she was a whore
And the prosecution brought forth all of its evidence, the could place him at the scene of the crime
But all the defense had to do was suggest he had no motive, and the prosecution crumbled from inside

What the prosecution needed was a miracle, to prove his guilt would take a miracle
Your Honor if you'll let me read just one of these letters it would prove he's guilty after all

Mr. Robinson had a lengthy correspondence with the victim before she had passed
And the letters proved a different view into the boy the defense knew the jury could not know
So they objected to the letters, and to the women's testimony altogether
They viewed the women as subhuman, to listen more would be delusion, they were women of the night after all

But what really happened the night of the crime?
Let me tell you, its quite simple
Mr. Robinson approached her with murder on his mind
And he killed her, its quite simple

He took a hatchet to her head, he set fire to her bed, Ms. Townsend call for help Ms. Jewett's dead

He took a hatchet to her head, he set fire to her bed, Ms. Townsend call for help Ms. Jewett's dead

Good morning, Your Honor, we have come to see my client vindicated of his crime
Let the jury make their decision, but well all know how this story goes, is it just a waste of time
The jury found he was not a murderer, even thought we know how he murdered her
200 years later, her soul still cannot rest
There is no justice for the dead
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Writer: Gabriel Garcia
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