Ah, it ain't so is it? you almost lost your place. And perhaps wondering how you're going to cope with your disgrace. Well your wealth is well established and your friends were few, And all the things told you of you're finding to be true. Well if truth can free the guilty while the innocent die, Then I respect, respect, respect the lie.
And you of human justice while you drive on fancy wheels. And you push 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. Well if that's the kind of justice our hall of justice claims, I respect, respect, respect old jesse james.
And most cordially they caught you and asked you to obey. And they threw you into prison, just in you could not pay. Well king arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his And your lawyers jousted with the court to save precious life. Well if living is what matters though you lie every breath, I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
And you won your case most easily and soon you be free. But there be a million more who lose their liberty. Not of what they did, but what they did not do: They did not pay a or a judge to see them through. Why, had no friends to call on and they could not raise their bail. Well if winning is matters, I respect the ones who fail.