Cud - Syrup And Sour Grapes lyrics

There's no justice no more It's the feeling that counts And it's the job of the judge To fix the amounts There's no justice no more It's the feeling that counts And the job of the judge Is to fix the amounts [Repeat] With money you're a yacht with a following breeze With money you've got Lady Luck on her knees Poets, singers, critics all say you're great In front of a judge, Perry Mason's second rate What use are laws where money is king? Where poverty is useless and can't fix a thing? Even cynics who sneer are rarely averse To turning their scruples to fill up their purse There's no justice no more It's the feeling that counts And it's the job of the judge To fix the amounts There's no justice no more It's the feeling that counts And the job of the judge Is to fix the amounts [Repeat] If you profit the accounts of HRH Spencer Then Charlie and her father are sure to dispense her You can marry Diana with cash on the nail And make her and her father believe the same tale You can prove, disprove, be a lawyer of note Whose cases are vital for textbooks to quote Whatever you wish for, if you can disburse Will be yours if you've got a wad in your purse There's no justice no more It's the feeling that counts And it's the job of the judge To fix the amounts There's no justice no more It's the feeling that counts And the job of the judge Is to fix the amounts [Repeat] I've always been told that the prettiest la**es Come from the up- and upper-middle cla**es You say, you're somewhat overrated And mean your ilk are rather obvious to me