Rotting On Remand
Billy Bragg Lyrics


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I stood before the judge that day
As he refused me bail
And I knew that I would spend my time
Awaiting trial in jail
I said there is no justice
As they led me out of the door
And the judge said, "this isn't a court of justice, son
This is a court of law."

They first sent me to Windsor
And then to stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in Liverpool
Three days and nights I spent
My solicitor can't find me
And my family don't know
I keep telling them that I'm innocent
They just say, "come on son, in you go."

I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven't done
Here I sit in 'f' wing waiting for my trial to come
It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

I ended up in this jail
Built in 1882
When one man to one prison cell
Was a Victorian value
Now three of us are squeezed in here
And you can't escape the smell
Of that bucket in the corner
And we eat in here as well

They let me out of this cage
To slop that bucket out
To get my food and bring it back
And if I'm lucky, get a shower
Apart from one hour's exercise
I'm locked in here all day
You don't turn criminals into citizens
By treating them this way

Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs
With judges quick to sentence more down from above




It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

Overall Meaning

The song “Rotting on Remand” by Billy Bragg is a protest against the British justice system and its way of treating accused individuals. The lyrics convey a melancholic tone as Billy Bragg narrates the experience of being in jail while awaiting trial. The singer, who has been accused of a crime he did not commit, illustrates how the justice system operates in favor of the affluent rather than the innocent. The song starts by describing the court rejecting his bail, which leads him to spend time in jail awaiting trial. Billy Bragg points out the irony of a court called a ‘court of law’ that practices no justice.


The song then details the miserable experience of being in jail, from being moved to different jails, separated from family and friends, to living in overcrowded cells. The lyrics describe the appalling living conditions without any access to basic facilities, such as a shower, and prisoners being treated like animals rather than human beings. Bragg criticizes the justice system's failure to rehabilitate individuals and society's demand for retribution instead of reformation.


Overall, “Rotting on Remand” is a critique of the prison-industrial complex and the justice system, which punish people before proven guilty, leaving them to rot on remand. The song appeals to everyone to fight for a justice system that promotes equity, fairness, and compassion.


Line by Line Meaning

I stood before the judge that day
The singer appeared in court before a judge.


As he refused me bail
The judge declined to release the singer on bail.


And I knew that I would spend my time
The singer was aware that they would have to wait in jail for their trial.


Awaiting trial in jail
The artist would have to stay in prison until their trial date.


I said there is no justice
The artist expressed their belief that the legal system was unfair.


As they led me out of the door
The guards escorted the singer out of the courtroom.


And the judge said, "this isn't a court of justice, son
The judge told the singer that the intention of the court was not to seek justice.


This is a court of law."
The judge explained that the purpose of the court was simply to enforce the law.


They first sent me to Windsor
The authorities transferred the artist to the Windsor prison.


And then to stoke on Trent
From Windsor, the artist was moved to Stoke on Trent prison.


In a holding cell in Liverpool
The singer spent three days and nights in a prison cell in Liverpool.


Three days and nights I spent
The artist was confined to the Liverpool cell for a total of three days and nights.


My solicitor can't find me
The singer's lawyer was unable to locate them.


And my family don't know
The singer's family was unaware of their location.


I keep telling them that I'm innocent
The singer maintained that they were not guilty of the charges against them.


They just say, "come on son, in you go."
The artist's family seems resigned to the artist's situation and tells them to accept it.


I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven't done
The artist was arrested on suspicion of a crime they did not commit.


Here I sit in 'f' wing waiting for my trial to come
The singer is presently waiting for their trial in the 'f' wing of the prison.


It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
The singer feels that the prison system is a form of cruel and unusual punishment.


Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand
The artist is considered innocent until proven guilty but must still wait in prison while their trial is pending.


I ended up in this jail
The artist is now in prison.


Built in 1882
The prison was constructed in 1882.


When one man to one prison cell
In the past, each prisoner had their own cell.


Was a Victorian value
Having individual cells for prisoners was considered a Victorian ideal.


Now three of us are squeezed in here
Currently, the singer is sharing a cell with two other prisoners.


And you can't escape the smell
The prison cell has an unpleasant odor that cannot be avoided.


Of that bucket in the corner
There is a bucket in the cell that serves as a toilet.


And we eat in here as well
The prisoners are also required to eat their meals in the cell.


They let me out of this cage
Occasionally, the artist is allowed to leave their cell.


To slop that bucket out
They are allowed to empty the bucket that serves as a toilet.


To get my food and bring it back
The singer must retrieve their meals and bring them back to the cell.


And if I'm lucky, get a shower
The artist is permitted to take a shower if they are fortunate.


Apart from one hour's exercise
The artist is only allowed one hour of exercise each day.


I'm locked in here all day
Otherwise, the artist is confined to their cell for the duration of the day.


You don't turn criminals into citizens
The singer believes that the rehabilitation of prisoners requires more than just locking them up.


By treating them this way
Locking up prisoners in the described conditions is not an effective way to reintegrate them into society.


Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs
The singer questions whether the unpleasant conditions of the prison are an acceptable cost of maintaining law and order.


With judges quick to sentence more down from above
The singer criticizes judges for handing down harsh sentences without considering the consequences for the prisoners' wellbeing.


It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
The singer feels that the demands of society for justice result in cruel and unusual punishment of prisoners.


Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand
The artist continues to wait in prison while being presumed innocent until found guilty at trial.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BILLY BRAGG

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