Soul For Hire (Live At Tokyo Kokusai Forum / 2002)

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 hear 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 is 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 hear 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 is desperate I get distracted from my job Streams of ink and piles of paper The 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? Hang my head and shut my eyes What kind of justice is this? Hang my head and shut my eyes What kind of justice is this?