Hang my head and shut my eyes What kind of justice is this? Fool I was, I thought that you fought fire with fire Got to be more than just a soul for hire Speaking for myself I wouldn't take the fame, the fees, the glory For whoring in the practice of the law I make my case stop and stutter Soul comes unglued from the uppers Blood is seeping in the hole A mother's eye is weeping I see every human kind And still the truth is distant I hear every evil men do and desire Got to be more than just a soul for hire When it's time to give protection To the ones who need it most, who are desperate I get distracted from my job Streams of ink and piles of paper What are the breaks? Jump out the window? Parole? Escape? Blood is seeping in the hole A mother's eye is weeping Hang my head and shut my eyes I can't see justice twisted I hear every evil men do and desire Got to be more than just a soul for hire When it's time to give protection To the ones who need it most, who are desperate I get distracted from my job Streams of ink and piles of paper To hand them over to dopers and kiddie-rapers corrupt in every twisted grudge And that is just the judge Hang my head and shut my eyes What kind of justice is this?
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