It Ain't Fair

It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air

Won't you care for John Sinclair?
In the stir for breathing air

Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me

They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free

If he'd 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
Breathing air, like you and me

They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free

They gave him ten for two
They got Ali Otis too.
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free

Was he jailed for what he done?
Or representing everyone

Free John now, if we can
From the clutches of the man

Let him be, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids

They gave him ten for two
What else can the bastards do?

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free