Ah, it ain't so is it? you almost lost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're to cope with your disgrace. Well your wealth is well established and friends were never few, And all the things they you of you're finding to be true. Well if truth can free the while the innocent must die, Then I respect, respect, respect the lie.
And you talk of justice while you drive on fancy wheels. And you push them to their limit to see how nice it feels. Well it doesn't really matter if she's living or dead, You just drive away forgetting that bumper's dipped in red. Well if that's the kind of justice our hall of justice claims, I respect, respect, respect old jesse james.
And most cordially they caught you and asked you to obey. And they threw you into prison, in case you could not pay. king arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your jousted with the court to save your precious life. if living is what matters though you lie with every breath, Then I respect, respect, the we put to death.
And you won your case most easily and you will be free. But will be a million more who lose their liberty. Not because of what did, but what they did not do: They did not pay a lawyer or a to see them through. Why, they had no friends to call on and they could not raise bail. Well if winning is matters, I respect the ones who fail.