The legal system, a complete delusion,
Justice remains a total illusion.
Money may as well be burnt,
By the money they have earned.
A hundred here; a thousand there,
Hold on tight to your underwear.
Sin is common to all,
Justice is having a ball.
A law for that; a law for this,
They will give truth a miss.
These men can be bought,
And we end up all with naught.
He that pays enough shall call the tune,
And justice ends up in a tomb.
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