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