Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you lost your place. And you're wondering how you're going to cope with your disgrace. Well your wealth is well established and friends were never few, And all the things told you of you're finding to be true. Well if truth can free the guilty while the must die, Then I respect, respect, respect the lie.
And you talk of human justice while you on fancy wheels. And you push them to their just to see how nice it feels. Well it doesn't really matter if she's living or 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 caught you and asked you to obey. And they you into prison, just in case you could not pay. Well king arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his And lawyers jousted with the court to save your precious life. Well if living is what matters 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 there will be a more who lose their liberty. Not because of what they did, but they did not do: They did not pay a or a judge to see them through. Why, they had no friends to on and they could not raise their bail. Well if winning is matters, I respect the ones who fail.