| Ah, it ain’t so easy is it? |
| you almost lost your place.
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| And perhaps you’re wondering how you’re going to cope with your disgrace.
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| Well your wealth is well established and your friends were never few,
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| And all the things they told you of you’re finding to be true.
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| Well if truth can free the guilty while the innocent must die,
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| Then I respect, respect, respect the coldest lie.
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| And you talk of human justice while you drive on fancy wheels.
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| And you push them to their limit just to see how nice it feels.
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| Well it doesn’t really matter if she’s living or she’s dead,
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| You just drive away forgetting that your bumper’s dipped in red.
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| Well if that’s the kind of justice that our hall of justice claims,
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| Then I respect, respect, respect old jesse james.
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| And most cordially they caught you and they asked you to obey.
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| And they threw you into prison, just in case you could not pay.
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| Well king arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife;
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| And your lawyers jousted with the court to save your precious life.
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| Well if living is what matters though you lie with every breath,
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| Then I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
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| And you won your case most easily and soon you will be free.
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| But there will be a million more who lose their liberty.
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| Not because of what they did, but what they did not do:
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| They did not pay a lawyer or a judge to see them through.
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| Why, they had no friends to call on and they could not raise their bail.
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| Well if winning is what matters, I respect the ones who fail. |