Jury of My Peers

Back in the second grade Sister Helen taught us all
How to tell time; how to tell right from wrong
And how when you go to heaven your evil thoughts are judged
Sister Helen would never lie to us

So go tell Robespierre and Attila the Hun
Wake Vlad the Impaler; Jeffrey Dahmer, let’s do lunch
Dig up twelve angry men to make my trial fair
Give me a jury of my peers

Then in college they wrote on the board
All about hubris; pride before a fall
If they want humility I guess I don’t belong
Because I’m already imaging cheering for this song

Go get Icharus, set Napoleon free
Head out west for Custer, and Wiley Coyote
Dig up twelve might-have-beens to make my trial fair
Give me a jury of my peers

If I get to testify I’ll gladly take the stand
Admit that I’m not perfect, but I’ve found the Promised Land
Then I’ll point to you, Exhibit A for the defense
But what’s a nice girl like you doing in a song like this?

Go get Romeo and Marc Antony
Maybe Rhett Butler, maybe Miss Piggy
If they find twelve who loved the way I love you dear
I’ll have a jury of my peers