The Mark of the Claw - Procol Harum
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The Mark of the Claw Lyrics
A question of judgment decided in haste
A case of malfunction, an error of taste
A moment of madness occasioned by stress
A classic misjudgment, a God-awful messThe moment of panic preceding the crash
The sickening terror, the deafening smash
Loud wail of sirens descend on the scene
The camera dissolves a crescendo of screamsMemory's imprinted like some dreadful sore
Fearful reminder, the mark of the clawA question of judgment concerned in the case
The method of access regarding the place
The possible motive, the absence of blood
The theories unanswered regarding the thudThe outcome was certain, the jury was hung
Their verdict resolved by ruling of thumb
The judgment was mercy, they tendered the plea
The judge raised his hand and the prisoner was freeFree, well, I'm freeMemory's imprinted like some dreadful sore
Fearful reminder, the mark of the claw