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Blood on his hands, blood on his feet |
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It's the trial of the century |
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Set him free and fill your wallet |
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It's your choice, so go on and call it |
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You call it justice; I call it shit |
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But we're gonna have to live with it |
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There's nothing much that we can do |
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The rich go free while the poor get screwed |
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Buy your freedom, sell your conscience |
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How can you look into the mirror |
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And not see a heartless demon |
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'Cause when I look into your eyes, |
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That's all I'm ****ing seeing |
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You make a living telling lies |
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Ignoring innocent people's cries |
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You have no compassion, you greedy **** |
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And you'd sell your soul to make a ****ing buck |
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Buy your freedom, sell your conscience |
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Lying, rich bastards drunk with power |
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Charge an arm and a leg just to talk for an hour |
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Tell them your story as we see it on TV |
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As reporters feed blood across our screen |
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The nation knows you did it |
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The lawyers know the law |
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The judge knows you're guilty, but you're free on a flaw |
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If you have a load of money, then it's plain to see |
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The poor get incarcerated, and the rich go free |
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Kills his kids and beats his wife |
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You try to set him free, and that's not right |
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It's not all right |
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You knew he was guilty |
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But he was greedy and wealthy |
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His clothes still filthy |
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Filthy rich is what you ****ing crave |
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As you count your money night and day |
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You bought your car; you even bought your wife |
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At the expense of someone else's life |
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Buy your freedom, sell your conscience |
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Justice system |
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Buy your freedom |
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**** this system |
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Sell your conscience |
