Ah, it ain't so is it? you almost lost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're going to cope your disgrace. Well your is well established and your friends were never few, And all the things they you of you're finding to be true. Well if can free the guilty 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 to see how nice it feels. Well it doesn't really matter if living or she's dead, You just drive away forgetting that your dipped in red. Well if that's the kind of justice that our of justice claims, Then I respect, respect, respect old james.
And most cordially they caught you and they you to obey. And threw you into prison, just in case you could not pay. Well king arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his And your lawyers jousted with the court to save your life. Well if living is matters though you lie with every breath, I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
And you won your most easily and soon you will be free. But there will be a 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 to call on and they could not raise their bail. Well if winning is matters, I respect the ones who fail.