The M00dy N00bs

The Whistler (ripped off from “Hurricane” by Bob Dylan)

Phileas had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Falling Flower were just out prowlin around
He said, I saw two men runnin out, they looked like wranglers
They jumped into a white car with out-of-space plates.
And Bastille Dude just nodded his head.
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this ones not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin and they haul The Whistler in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin eye
Says, whad you bring him in here for? he aint the guy!
Yes, heres the story of  The Whistler,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin that may or may not have done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The wrangler of the world.

Falling Flower said, Im really not sure.
Cops said, a poor girl like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and were talkin to your friend Phileas

Now you dont wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
Youll be doin society a favor.
That son of a bitch is brave and gettin braver.
We want to put his buttocks in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He aint no gentleman jim.

The Whistler could take a man out with just one Wrangle
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
Its my work, hed say, and I do it for pay
And when its over Id just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a Wrangler into a wranglereed

All of The Whistlers’s cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made The Whsitler’s witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the Moody groupies who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the Moody folks he was just a crazy moody.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The d.a. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-anti wrangling jury agreed.

The Whistler was falsely tried.
The crime was murder one, guess who testified?

Phileas and Falling Flower and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fools hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldnt help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the Inprasieoffolly's s in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While The Whistler sits like Steve Howe in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man-like-thing in a living hell. *inprasieoffolly laughs*
That’s the story of the Whistler,
But it wont be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he’s done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The Wrangler of the world.