Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you almost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how going to cope with your 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 free the guilty while the innocent die, Then I respect, respect, the coldest lie.
And you talk of justice while you drive on fancy wheels. And you push them to their limit just to see how it feels. Well it doesn't matter if she's living or she's dead, You just drive 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, respect old james.
And cordially they caught 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 with the court to save your 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 case most easily and soon you will be free. But there will be a million 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, had no friends to call on and they could not raise their bail. Well if winning is what matters, I the ones who fail.