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 is well established and your friends were never few, And all the things they you of you're finding to be true. if truth can free the guilty while the innocent must die, Then I respect, respect, the coldest lie.
And you talk of human justice you drive on fancy wheels. And you push to their limit just to see how nice it feels. Well it doesn't matter if she's living or she's dead, You just drive forgetting that your bumper's dipped in red. Well if that's the of justice that our hall of justice claims, I respect, respect, respect old jesse james.
And most cordially caught 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 away his And your lawyers jousted with the court to your precious life. Well if living is matters though you lie with every breath, I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
And you won your most easily and soon you will be free. But there will be a million who lose their liberty. Not because of what 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 on and they could not raise their bail. Well if winning is matters, I respect the ones who fail.