| He searched through his love like a thief on the run
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| He searched through his face — to see the guilt water run
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| But he’s fresh out of tears and nobody has come
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| And justice has got to be done
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| Oh moon in the city stay open and clear
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| For his vision ain’t good and his mind’s disappeared
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| «Get along mother nature» they spat at your son
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| So justice has got to be done
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| And beauty is lying alone in the park
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| Her friend has gone bowling in the alleys so dark
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| Where’s her knight in white armour who rides a chrome Ford
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| Justice would seem to be bored
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| Justice would seem to be bored
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| A knife full of life penetrated the bait
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| While he thinks 'o the sister and the mother that he hates
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| And he thinks he’ll get off 'cos he’s sick, rich, and stoned
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| And justice was made to be honed
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| And justice was made to be honed
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| And his lawyer is smiling one hell of a smile
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| 'N he’s lying all the lies — of the lies in exile
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| While she’s dying of grief he’s defending his brief
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| And justice would seem to be cheap
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| And justice would seem to be cheap
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| Well I’ve searched through the falling, and I searched through the failed
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| I’ve searched through the jury — the judge and the jailed
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| But sleeping beauty is dead no use pricking her thumb
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| And justice has got to be done
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| Justice just is — justice just is — justice just is — Not! |