Ah, it ain't so is it? you almost lost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're going to cope with disgrace. Well your wealth is well and your friends were never few, And all the things they you of you're finding to be true. Well if truth can the guilty while the innocent must die, Then I respect, respect, respect the lie.
And you talk of human while you drive on fancy wheels. And you push them to their limit to see how nice it feels. it doesn't really matter if she's living or she's dead, You just away forgetting that your bumper's dipped in red. if that's the kind of justice that our hall of justice claims, Then I respect, respect, old jesse james.
And most cordially caught you and they asked you to obey. And they threw you prison, just in case you could not pay. Well king jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your lawyers jousted with the court to save precious life. Well if living is what matters though you lie with breath, I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
And you won your case easily and soon you will be free. But there will be a million more who lose liberty. Not because of they did, but what they did not do: They did not pay a lawyer or a to see them through. Why, they had no friends to call on and they could not their bail. Well if winning is what matters, I the ones who fail.