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