Filthy Greedy Guilt Songtext / Lyric

blood on his hands, blood on his feetit's the trial of the centuryset him free and fill your walletit's your choice so go on and call ityou call it justice, i call it shitbut we're gonna have to live with itthere's nothing much that we can dothe rich go free while the poor get screwedbuy your freedom, sell your consciencehow can you look into the mirror and not see a heartless demoncause when i look into your eyes thats all i'm seeingyou make a living telling liesignoring ignoring innocent peoples' criesyou have no compassion you greedy fuckand you'd sell your soul to make a fucking buckbuy you freedom, sell your consciencelying rich bastards drunk with powercharge an arm and a leg just to talk four an hourtell them your story as we see it on t.v.as reporters feed blood across our t.v. screenthe nation knows you did itthe lawyers know the lawthe judge knows your guilty, but your free on a flawif you have a load of money then its plain to seethe poor get incarcerated and the rich go freekills his kids and beats his wifeyou try to set him free and that's not rightit's not alrightyou knew he was guiltybut he was greedy and wealthyhis clothes still filthyfilthy rich is what you fucking craveas you count your money night and dayyou bought your car, you even bought your wifeat the expense of someone else's lifejustice systembuy your freedomfuck this systemsell your conscience