Ah, it ain't so is it? you almost lost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're going to cope your disgrace. Well your wealth is well established and your friends were few, And all the things they told you of you're to be true. Well if truth can free the guilty while the must die, I respect, respect, respect the coldest lie.
And you of human 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 if she's living or she's dead, You drive away forgetting that your bumper's dipped in red. Well if that's the 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 prison, just in case you could not pay. Well arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your lawyers jousted the court 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 your case most easily and you will be free. But will be a million more who lose their liberty. Not because of what they did, but what did not do: They did not pay a lawyer or a judge to see through. Why, they had no friends to call on and could not raise their bail. Well if winning is what matters, I the ones who fail.