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