Dos por uno

Mr. Judge, I admit it to you
I was wrong ... I, I stole!
Because I was fired from work
I was desperate
And with the newspaper under my arm
I knocked on a thousand doors.

Mr. Judge, I admit it to you
I was wrong, I stole!
There was no alternative
No job, no help
No helping hand I found.

And my children were cold
And my wife cried in a corner
And my children were hungry
And I had nothing in my hands.

Two for one, Mr. Judge!
Please have mercy.
Two for one, Mr. Judge!
I want freedom.

Two for one, Mr. Judge!
Please have mercy.
My children are dying
Of hunger and loneliness.

I am paying the sentence
Because I am bleeding out
Knowing that they are suffering
And I am locked up here...

Two for one, Mr. Judge!
Commute that sentence for me.