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 me more than just a soul for hire
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Speaking for myself I wouldn't take the fame, 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 then 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 it this?
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Soul For Hire
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| Elvis Costello |
