Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you lost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how going to cope with your disgrace. Well your wealth is well established and friends were never few, And all the things told you of you're finding 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 justice while you drive on fancy wheels. And you them to their limit just to see how nice it feels. Well it doesn't matter if she's living or she's dead, You just away 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 you and they asked you to obey. And threw you into prison, just in case you could not pay. Well king arthur jousted lancelot, who stole his wife; And your lawyers jousted with the court to save precious life. Well if living is what matters though you lie every breath, I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
And you won your most 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: They did not pay a lawyer or a judge to see through. Why, had no friends to call on and they could not raise their bail. Well if winning is what matters, I the ones who fail.