Blood on his hands, blood on his feet
It's the trial of the century
Set him free and fill your wallet
It's your choice, so go on and call it
You call it justice; I call it sh**
But we're gonna have to live with it
There's nothing much that we can do
The rich go free while the poor get screwed
Buy your freedom, sell your conscience
How can you look into the mirror
And not see a heartless demon
'Cause when I look into your eyes,
That's all I'm f**ing seeing
You make a living telling lies
Ignoring innocent people's cries
You have no compa**ion, you greedy f**
And you'd sell your soul to make a f**ing buck
Buy your freedom, sell your conscience
Lying, rich ba*tards drunk with power
Charge an arm and a leg just to talk for an hour
Tell them your story as we see it on TV
As reporters feed blood across our screen
The nation knows you did it
The lawyers know the law
The judge knows you're guilty, but you're free on a flaw
If you have a load of money, then it's plain to see
The poor get incarcerated, and the rich go free
k**s his kids and beats his wife
You try to set him free, and that's not right
It's not all right
You knew he was guilty
But he was greedy and wealthy
His clothes still filthy
Filthy rich is what you f**ing crave
As you count your money night and day
You bought your car; you even bought your wife
At the expense of someone else's life
Buy your freedom, sell your conscience
Justice system
Buy your freedom
f** this system
Sell your conscience