Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you almost lost place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're to cope with your disgrace. Well your wealth is well established and friends were never few, And all the they told you of you're finding to be true. Well if truth can free the while the innocent must 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 really matter if she's or she's dead, You just drive away forgetting that your dipped in red. Well if that's the kind of that our hall of justice claims, Then I respect, respect, old jesse james.
And most cordially caught you and they asked you to obey. And they threw you into prison, in case you could not pay. Well king arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his And your lawyers jousted with the court to save precious life. Well if living is what matters though you lie with breath, Then I respect, respect, the we put to death.
And you won your case easily and soon you will be free. But will be a million more who lose their liberty. Not because of what did, but what they did not do: They did not pay a lawyer or a to see them through. Why, they had no friends to call on and they could not their bail. Well if winning is matters, I respect the ones who fail.