Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you lost your place. And perhaps you're how you're going to cope with your disgrace. Well your wealth is well and your friends were never few, And all the things they told you of you're to be true. Well if truth can free the guilty 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 just to see how it feels. Well it really matter if she's living or she's dead, You just drive away forgetting that your dipped in red. Well if that's the kind of that our hall of justice claims, Then I respect, respect, respect old 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 lawyers jousted with the court to save your precious life. Well if living is what matters though you lie every breath, I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
And you won case most easily and soon you will be free. But there be a million more who lose their liberty. Not because of what they did, but what did not do: did not pay a lawyer or a judge to see them through. Why, they had no friends to call on and could not raise their bail. Well if winning is matters, I respect the ones who fail.