Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you lost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're going to cope your disgrace. your wealth is well established and your friends were never few, And all the things they told you of finding to be true. if truth can free 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 just to see how it feels. Well it really 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 hall of claims, Then I respect, respect, old jesse james.
And most cordially they caught you and they you to obey. And they you into prison, just in case you could not pay. Well arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your lawyers jousted with the court to save precious life. Well if is what matters though you lie with every breath, I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
And you won your case most easily and soon you be free. But there will be a million more who lose liberty. Not because of what did, but what they did not do: They did not pay a lawyer or a judge to see through. Why, they had no to call on and they could not raise their bail. Well if is what matters, I respect the ones who fail.