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 wealth is well and your friends were never few, And all the things they told you of 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 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 living or she's dead, You drive away forgetting that your bumper's dipped in red. Well if that's the kind of 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 jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your lawyers jousted with the to save your precious life. Well if is what matters though you lie with every breath, I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
And you won your case most easily and you will be free. But there will be a more who lose their liberty. Not because of they did, but what they 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. if winning is what matters, I respect the ones who fail.