Ah, it ain't so easy is it? you almost lost place. And perhaps you're wondering how you're going to cope with disgrace. Well your wealth is well and your friends were never few, And all the things they you of you're finding 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 human justice while you on fancy wheels. And you push them to their limit just to see how 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 the kind of justice that our hall of justice claims, I respect, respect, respect old jesse james.
And cordially they caught you and they asked you to obey. And they threw you prison, just in case you could not pay. Well king jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife; And your lawyers jousted with the court to your precious life. Well if living is what though you lie with every breath, Then I respect, respect, the we put to death.
And you won your case most easily and soon you be free. But there will be a million more who their liberty. Not of what 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 they not raise their bail. Well if winning is matters, I respect the ones who fail.