When justice died that day
 I cried for oh so long
 I looked for liberty and freedom
 And sang a sad sad song

 
Justice had been ill
 For all of my life
 Oppression and bigotry
 Her struggle and her strife

 
She stood upon a hilltop
 Saying she was there for all
 Just as soon as I reached her
 Lady Justice took a fall

 
Her wrist were shackled
 There was blood on her sleeve
 The last thing she said was,
 ‘Get off me, I can’t breathe!"

 
There would be no trial
 No jury to be sat
 For the ones who killed Justice
 Were the policemen on her back