| Dawn breaks evenly today
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| On the truth and the lie
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| All rise, court’s in session
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| We’re hanging someone high
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| Justice means nothing today
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| Now that the courts are for sale
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| Pick a crime from the menu; |
| pick a sentence and defend you
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| And pay up the down payment called bail
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| The system’s for sale
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| Kick the chair, the rope’s tight
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| Just like one quick wrench, the tooth is out
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| Friend or foe, I gotta hang em dead
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| Or they’ll come back around
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| Kick it!
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| The court’s wrong when it keeps track
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| Of victories and defeats
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| The press that never rest just waits
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| For somebody’s soul they can eat
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| Justice means nothing today
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| Now that the jury’s for sale
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| Guilty or not, the verdict’s a lie
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| You’re going to jail
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| The system has failed
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| Kick the chair, the rope’s tight
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| Just like one quick wrench, the tooth is out
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| Friend or foe, ya gotta hang em dead
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| Or they’ll come back |