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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 |
