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• Artiste: Elvis Costello
• Titre: Soul For Hire (45 Alibis Version)
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Hang my head and shut my eyes What kind of justice is this? Fool I was that thought that You fight fire with fire Got to be more than just a soul for hire Speaking for myself I couldn't Take the fame, the fees, the boredom For whorin' in the practice of the law I make my case, stop and stutter Soul comes unglued from the uppers Blood is seeping in the hole A mother's eye is weeping I see every human kind And still the truth is distant I hear every evil men do and desire Got to be more than just a soul for hire When it's time to give protection to The ones who need it most The good and desperate I get distracted from my job (Streams of vagrant piles of paper One of the verdicts Jump out of a window for no escape ) Blood is seeping in the hole A mother's eye is weeping Hang my head and shut my eyes And still the truth is distant I see every evil men do and desire Got to be more than just a soul for hire When it's time to give protection to The ones who need it most The good and desperate I get distracted from my job Streams of vagrant piles of paper A hand to hold for the dopers and kiddie rapers Corrupt in every twisted grudge and that is just the judge Hang my head and shut my eyes I can't see justice twisted Hang my head and shut my eyes What kind of justice is this? Hang my head and shut my eyes What kind of justice is this?