Legalized theft. Leaves me bereft. I get it straight in the neck. (Somehow expecting no less). A court of justice. With no use for Truth. Lawyer ...liar. Lawyer ...liar. You pleaded and squealed. And you think you've won. But Sorrow will come. To you in the end. And as sure as my words are pure. I praise the day that brings you pain. Q.C.'s obsessed with sleaze. Frantic for Fame. They're all on the game. They just use a different name. You lied. And you were believed. By a J.P. senile and vile. You pleaded and squealed. And you think you've won. But Sorrow will come. To you in the end. And as sure as my words are pure. I praise the day that brings you pain. So don't close your eyes. Don't close your eyes. A man who slits throats. Has time on his hands. And I'm gonna get you. So don't close your eyes. Don't ever close your eyes. You think you've won. Oh No