The hot-shot lawyer
Ringing high in the
air
He thinks he can
run free
By the wind on his
day
He can play his
game
Nobody dares to
touch him
He has the backing
from the higher up
He can indulge in
his ways
Since the fall of
the giant
Everything has
turned out bad
He doesn’t see the
writing on the wall
He thinks somebody
has too much free time
Once he isn’t
watching
The blue wind stops
on his track
He gets a surprise
facing the blue
He sees the letter;
he knows he is cooked
The charges he
reads
It can’t be true
can it?
So, he pleads not guilty
Out from a $1
million bail
The song of the
truth
It will be said
once in full court
This time the bad
can’t escape
The rule of law
comes to collect
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