Ah, it ain't so is it? you almost lost your place. And you're wondering how you're going to cope with your disgrace. Well your is well established and your friends were never few, And all the they told you of you're finding to be true. Well if truth can free the guilty while the innocent die, I respect, respect, respect the coldest lie.
And you talk of justice 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 living or she's dead, You just drive away forgetting that bumper's dipped in red. if that's 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 threw you into prison, just in case you could not pay. Well arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your lawyers jousted with the court to save 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 case most 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 lawyer or a judge to see through. Why, they had no friends to call on and they could not their bail. Well if winning is what matters, I the ones who fail.