Lyrics:
thing left
Will your lawyer talk to God for you?
Will your lawyer talk to God and plead your case upon high
And defend the way you broke my heart in
we are, the dutiful
Eating from TV trays, tuned into to Happy Days
Waiting for World War III while Jesus slaves
To the mating calls of lawyers in love
to go
Make a man change his mind
She's a lawyer's queen and a trucker's dream
With a baseball hat fit for a queen
A genuine, a different kind
for the people I have found
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For
now
On his knees begging for his life
He I got rights
I got some rights too
And this time there won't be no damn lawyers
And systems to protect you
and there we are, the dutiful
Eating from TV trays, tuned into to Happy Days
Waiting for World War III while Jesus slaves
To the mating calls of lawyers in
for the people I have found
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For
I want to be a lawyer
Doctor or professor
A member of the UMC
I want an air conditioner
Cottage on the river
And all the money I can see
I
There's a doctor livin' in your town
There's a lawyer and an Indian, too
And neither doctor, lawyer nor Injun chief
Could love you any more than I
know I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Daddy, won't you get me out of this
I'm an innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between a rock
No, "sorry, little girl"
The pigs just took her
Tire skids and teeth marks
What happened to this place?
Lawyers and loan sharks
Are laying America
The life of the Vulture is one long sick joke
He hangs around waiting for something to croak
And then picks the carcass right down to the bone
I've always said "I do" too easy,
And now I'm payin' the price.
A weakness for beautiful women
Is my most expensive vice.
I still believe in
There's a doctor livin' in your town
There's a lawyer and an Indian, too
And neither doctor, lawyer nor Injun chief
Could love you any more than I
the night that they hung an innocent man
Well don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer
'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his
and justice was not done this man
He killed my wife and my only little son
I'll never forget the way he
Looked all through the trial
He had his big name lawyer
lawyer said that he had connections
But wouldn't say what kind, that could provide top notch security
For the injured rap star"
"Shakur underwent
you to hell
And the lawyers get the money
For the lives they divide and sell
And the only truth believed in
Is the one upon the screen
So we live
And if you knew her heart, she'd be grateful for any
Come a landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailor
Doctor, a lawyer, soldier or a sailor
A rich man,
thing left
Will your lawyer talk to God for you?
Will your lawyer talk to God and plead your case upon high
And defend the way you broke my heart in
here for it
Blood on my hands and it look like candy
I pay ay lawyers and the mic can't stand me
Ya yah, ya yah, ya yah, ya
Yah, ya yah, ya yah, ya yah
it wasn't for trouble bad luck and trouble
I wouldn't have no luck at all whoa-oh
Please somebody help me
Don't let me down trouble is all I found
for the people I have found
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For
and there we are, the dutiful
Eating from TV trays, tuned into to Happy Days
Waiting for World War III while Jesus slaves
To the mating calls of lawyers in
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