Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you almost your place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're going to cope with disgrace. Well your wealth is well established and your friends never few, And all the they told you of you're finding to be true. Well if truth can the guilty while the innocent must die, Then I respect, respect, respect the lie.
And you talk of human while you drive on fancy wheels. And you push them to their limit to see how nice it feels. it doesn't really matter if she's living or she's dead, You just drive away forgetting that your bumper's 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 caught you and they asked you to obey. And they threw you into prison, just in case you not pay. Well arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your lawyers with the court to save your precious life. Well if living is what matters though you lie with breath, I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
And you won your case easily and soon 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: did not pay a lawyer or a judge to see them through. Why, had no friends to call on and they could not raise their bail. if winning is what matters, I respect the ones who fail.