John Sinclair Lyrics

One, two, one, two, three, four
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 Judge Colombo do? We gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
If he was as 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 Judge Colombo do? We gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
They gave him ten for two And they got Punk Colombon too We 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, alright
They gave him ten for two What else can the bastards do? We gotta, gotta, gotta set him free, free