Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you almost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're going to cope with 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, I respect, 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 really matter if she's 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 hall of claims, Then I respect, respect, respect old james.
And most cordially they caught you and asked you to obey. And they threw you into prison, in case you could not pay. Well king arthur jousted lancelot, who away his wife; And your jousted with the court to save your 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 who lose their liberty. Not of what they did, but what they 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 is what matters, I respect the ones who fail.