DISCOGRAPHY - "TIERS" - LYRICS

ON GALLERY ROW

There’s no jury box, there’s no witness stand
There’s no righteous book to place your hand
In this trial by fire that you’re going through each night
Til your bones grow tired, you feel too condemned to put up a fight
And after awhile you don’t even know to fall
Like the rank and file on Gallery Row, and you’ve got nowhere left to go…at all

You have no defense and there is no case
There’s no long robed judge you have to face
It’s a trial by fire that you’re burning through each day
Where the straits turn dire, convictions are lost and crime seems to pay
And you’re in denial, your back’s up against the wall
Like the rank and file on Gallery Row, and you’ve got nowhere left to go…at all

There’s no scales of justice, you have no peers
Happenstance still rules with every tear
In this trial by fire that we’re going through each night
Til our bones grow tired, we feel too condemned to put up a fight
And after awhile we don’t even know to fall
Like the rank and file on Gallery Row
And we’ve got nowhere left to go
On Gallery Row
And we’ve got nowhere left to go
On Gallery Row
And you’ve got nowhere left to go
On Gallery Row
And I’ve got nowhere left to go
But home

Call up to rendez-vous in the morning
In this trial by fire