How dare you sit in judgment
Of working girls on the game
You're just as guilty your honour
Hiding facts behind your fame
Dishing out a prison term
For what should be their right
We want the truth
The whole truth, and nothing
But the truth
Pass the buck with a sentence
Learned upholder of decency
Dishonored your bench and all who sit on it
Paid young girls frequently
With your friends in high places
Hypocrite son of a bitch
The only reason you're still here
Is coz you're filthy rich

Composição: Kent Fitzsimons