John Sinclair Lyrics - Yoko Ono

One, two, one, two, three, four 

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 Judge Colombo do? 

We gotta, gotta, gotta set him free 

If he was as 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 

They gave him ten for two 

What else can Judge Colombo do? 

We gotta, gotta, gotta set him free 

They gave him ten for two 

And they got Punk Colombon too 

We gotta, gotta, gotta set him free 

Was he jailed for what he 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? 

We gotta, gotta, gotta set him free, free