Ah, it ain't so is it? you almost lost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how going to cope with your disgrace. Well your wealth is well established and your friends never few, And all the things they told you of finding to be true. Well if truth can free the guilty while the 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 really if she's living or she's dead, You just drive away forgetting that your bumper's in red. Well if that's the of justice that our hall of justice claims, Then I respect, respect, old jesse james.
And most cordially they 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 lawyers 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 soon you be free. But there will be a million more who 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. if winning is what matters, I respect the ones who fail.