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
  
  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
  
  They gave him ten for two
  They got Ali Otis too.
  Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, 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
  
  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