Well, the woman said come into my room
I don't mean to be rude but like it matters
And the woman said what've you got to lose
It's what you were made to do, that's what matters

The daddy said I'm throwing my bones on you
So what if it was me and not you, 'cause like it matters
And the jury said we're throwing the book on you
Would've hung you but for the old fool that's what matters

Run, run, Tom Robinson, Atticus can't save you now