It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Won't you care for John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air?
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me

They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free

If he'd been a soldier man
Shooting gooks in Vietnam
If he was the CIA
Selling dope and making hay
He'd be free, they'd let him be
Breathing air, like you and me
Fight on

They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
Free

They gave him ten for two
They got old Lee Otis too
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
Free now

Was he jailed for what he'd done
Or representing everyone?
Free John now, if we can
From the clutches of the man
Let him be, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids
Alright

They gave him ten for two
What else can the bastards do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
Free