Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you lost your place. And perhaps you're how you're going to cope with your disgrace. Well your wealth is well and your friends were never few, And all the they told you of you're finding to be true. Well if can free the guilty while the innocent must die, Then I respect, respect, respect the lie.
And you of human justice while you drive on fancy wheels. And you push them to their limit to see how nice it feels. Well it doesn't matter if she's living or she's dead, You drive away forgetting that your bumper's dipped in red. Well if that's the kind of that our hall of justice claims, Then I respect, respect, old jesse james.
And cordially they caught you and they asked you to obey. And they you into prison, just in case you could not pay. Well king arthur lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your jousted with the court to save your precious life. Well if living is matters though you lie with every breath, Then I respect, respect, the we put to death.
And you won your case most easily and you will be free. But there be a million more 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, they had no friends to call on and they could not their bail. Well if winning is what matters, I respect the who fail.