Ah, it ain't so is it? you almost lost your place. And you're wondering how you're 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 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 them to their limit just to see how nice it feels. Well it doesn't really matter if living or she's dead, You just drive away forgetting your bumper's dipped in red. if that's the kind 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 threw you into prison, just in case you could not pay. Well king arthur jousted lancelot, who stole his wife; And your jousted with the court to save 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 case most easily and soon you will be free. But there will be a million more who lose liberty. Not of what they 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 could not raise their bail. Well if winning is what matters, I respect the who fail.