Ah, it ain't so is it? you almost lost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how 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. Well if truth can free the while the innocent must die, Then I respect, respect, the coldest lie.
And you talk of human justice while you on fancy wheels. And you push them to their limit to see how nice it feels. Well it really matter if she's living or she's dead, You drive away forgetting that your bumper's dipped in red. Well if that's the kind of 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 threw you into prison, just in case you not pay. Well arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your lawyers jousted with the to save your precious life. if living is what matters though you lie with every breath, Then I respect, respect, the we put to death.
And you won your most easily and soon you will be free. But there will be a million more who lose liberty. Not because of what did, but what 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.