| Song | Soul For Hire |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | When I Was Cruel |
| 作词 : Costello | |
| Hang my head and shut my eyes | |
| What kind of justice is this? | |
| Fool I was, I thought that you fought fire with fire | |
| Got to be more than just a soul for hire | |
| Speaking for myself I wouldn't take the fame, | |
| the fees, the glory | |
| For whoring in the practice of the law | |
| I make my case stop and stutter | |
| Soul comes unglued from the uppers | |
| Blood is seeping in the hole | |
| A mother's eye is weeping | |
| I see every human kind | |
| And still the truth is distant | |
| I see every evil men do and desire | |
| Got to be more than just a soul for hire | |
| When it's time to give protection | |
| To the ones who need it most, who are desperate | |
| I get distracted from my job | |
| Streams of ink and piles of paper | |
| What are the breaks? | |
| Jump out the window? Parole? Escape? | |
| Blood is seeping in the hole | |
| A mother's eye is weeping | |
| Hang my head and shut my eyes | |
| I can't see justice twisted | |
| I see every evil men do and desire | |
| Got to be more than just a soul for hire | |
| When it's time to give protection | |
| To the ones who need it most, who are desperate | |
| I get distracted from my job | |
| Streams of ink and piles of paper | |
| To hand them over to dopers and kiddie-rapers | |
| Corrupt in every twisted grudge | |
| And that is just the judge | |
| Hang my head and shut my eyes | |
| What kind of justice is this? |
| zuò cí : Costello | |
| Hang my head and shut my eyes | |
| What kind of justice is this? | |
| Fool I was, I thought that you fought fire with fire | |
| Got to be more than just a soul for hire | |
| Speaking for myself I wouldn' t take the fame, | |
| the fees, the glory | |
| For whoring in the practice of the law | |
| I make my case stop and stutter | |
| Soul comes unglued from the uppers | |
| Blood is seeping in the hole | |
| A mother' s eye is weeping | |
| I see every human kind | |
| And still the truth is distant | |
| I see every evil men do and desire | |
| Got to be more than just a soul for hire | |
| When it' s time to give protection | |
| To the ones who need it most, who are desperate | |
| I get distracted from my job | |
| Streams of ink and piles of paper | |
| What are the breaks? | |
| Jump out the window? Parole? Escape? | |
| Blood is seeping in the hole | |
| A mother' s eye is weeping | |
| Hang my head and shut my eyes | |
| I can' t see justice twisted | |
| I see every evil men do and desire | |
| Got to be more than just a soul for hire | |
| When it' s time to give protection | |
| To the ones who need it most, who are desperate | |
| I get distracted from my job | |
| Streams of ink and piles of paper | |
| To hand them over to dopers and kiddierapers | |
| Corrupt in every twisted grudge | |
| And that is just the judge | |
| Hang my head and shut my eyes | |
| What kind of justice is this? |