Hang my head and shut my eyes
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What kind of justice is this?
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Fool I was that thought that
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You fight 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 couldn't
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Take the fame, the fees, the boredom
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For whorin' 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 hear 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 to
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The ones who need it most
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The good and desperate
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I get distracted from my job
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(Streams of vagrant piles of paper
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One of the verdicts
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Jump out of a window for no 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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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 to
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The ones who need it most
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The good and desperate
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I get distracted from my job
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Streams of vagrant piles of paper
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A hand to hold for the 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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I can't see justice twisted
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Hang my head and shut my eyes
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What kind of justice is this?
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Hang my head and shut my eyes
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What kind of justice is this?
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Soul For Hire (45 Alibis Version)
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| Elvis Costello |
