Conviction SongnnOh, tell my mother, tell my sonnWon’t you remember, about menAnd the things I’ve donenDon’t tell my brother, father toonNot till DecembernWhen I’m dead and gonennAnd I will remainnEver to blamenWon’t you tell themnAbout mennI was once a man of convictionnNow, I’m a wanted mannTwice convictednSometimes a man will do anything That it takes to be freenOne time was all that it tooknTake a look, they threw the book at mennAnd I will remainnEver to blamenWon’t you tell themnAbout me