Ah, it ain't so is it? you almost lost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're going to with your disgrace. your wealth is well established and your friends were never few, And all the things they you of you're finding to be true. Well if truth can free the guilty while the 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 just to see how nice it feels. Well it really matter if she's living 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 of justice claims, Then I respect, respect, respect old james.
And most cordially caught you and they asked you to obey. And they threw you prison, just in case you could not pay. Well king jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your lawyers jousted with the court to your precious life. if living is what 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 will be a million more 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, they had no friends to call on and they could not raise bail. Well if winning is what matters, I respect the who fail.