Letras:Elvis Costello. Soul for Hire.

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?