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