It’s absurd to expect anything else
From a man who believes not in fate
The judges may shout and the jurors run ‘bout
But the verdict’s already too late
Albert he waited alone in his cell
Content with the hours he’d spent
When along came a priest who would tell
Him how all the other Prisoners went
“Why should I turn to a God I don’t believe in”
Asked Albert with furious might
“I will die happy and well with the world I relieved in
Staring at the stars this night”