Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you lost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're to cope with your disgrace. Well your wealth is well and your friends were never few, And all the things they you of you're finding to be true. Well if can free the guilty 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 just to see how it feels. Well it doesn't really matter if she's or she's dead, You just drive away forgetting that your bumper's in red. Well if the kind of justice that our hall of justice claims, Then I respect, respect, respect old james.
And most cordially they you and they asked you to obey. And they threw you into prison, just in you could not pay. Well king arthur lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your lawyers jousted with the to save your precious life. Well if 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 because of they did, but what they did not do: They did not pay a or a judge to see them through. Why, they had no friends to call on and they not raise their bail. Well if winning is what matters, I the ones who fail.