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 see 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 see 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?. .