The snakes have been sworn in and in attendance is their kin
The jury may be seated, courts in session
The stenographer types out, she’s filled with overwhelming doubt
She’ll never catalogue a guilty man’s confession
Defense will cross-examine as the facts are reexamined
He’ll spin wild tales with cryptic legal jargon
The DA will retort and in a desperate last resort
There’ll be no room left in this case for a plea-bargain
Why you gotta lie for lying’s sake
If the cradle and bow break
Why you gotta stand there so accused
And look the way you do
The verdict is declared, scent of corruption fills the air
The judge ironically demands that there be order
So he files for appeal and cuts himself the sweetest deal
And the canary sings again to save his own neck
The patsies line the halls taking turns to take their fall
The judge thinks if and when the truth had ever mattered
Why you gotta lie for lying’s sake
If the cradle and bow break
Why you gotta stand there so accused
And look the way you do
If winnings everything the truth it will mean nothing
You’ve made your bed, so lye, lie to me
You’ve made your bed, so try try try
Why you gotta lie for lying’s sake
If the cradle and bow break
Why you gotta stand there so accused
And look the way you do