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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
