Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you lost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're going to cope with disgrace. Well your is well established and your friends were never few, And all the things they told you of you're to be true. Well if truth can free the while the innocent 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 limit to see how nice it feels. it doesn't really matter if she's living or she's dead, You just drive away forgetting that bumper's dipped in red. Well if that's the kind of justice that our of justice claims, Then I respect, respect, respect old james.
And cordially they caught you and they asked you to obey. And they threw you into prison, in case you could not pay. Well king arthur jousted lancelot, who away his wife; And lawyers jousted with the court to save your precious life. Well if living is what though you lie with every breath, I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
And you won your case easily and soon you will be free. But will be a million more who lose their liberty. Not because of what did, but what they did not do: They did not pay a lawyer or a judge to see through. Why, had no friends to call on and they could not raise their bail. Well if is what matters, I respect the ones who fail.