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 established and your friends never few, And all the things they told you of you're to be true. Well if truth can free the guilty while the 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 limit just to see how nice it feels. Well it doesn't really matter if she's living or dead, You just drive forgetting that your bumper's dipped in red. Well if that's the kind of justice that our of justice claims, I respect, respect, respect old jesse james.
And most cordially they caught you and they you to obey. And threw you into prison, just in case you could not pay. Well king arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his And your jousted with the court to save your precious life. Well if living is what matters though you lie every breath, Then I respect, respect, the we put to death.
And you won your case most and soon you will be free. But will be a million more who lose their liberty. Not of what they did, but what they did not do: They did not pay a lawyer or a to see them through. Why, had no friends to call on and they could not raise their bail. Well if is what matters, I respect the ones who fail.