What day did you decide  
That your own glory would be based on lies?  
Another judgment--a sweet chunk of change  
For filing papers on the folks who sweat for minimum wage!  

Who made you?!  
I want to know what kind of god created someone like you!  
And when you cash their checks  
You don't look in their eyes  
'Cause legalese is your arrogant, legal disguise.  

Do you dowse yourself with one more for the road  
Before you buy another house of theirs on which you've foreclosed?  
Do you ever stop and pray?  
Do you look into the mirror  
Or do you gloat when you calculate your profits for the year?  

It's just another day 
You tote a legal pad and brief case  
Walk briskly up the south side staircase  
And enter through the courtroom door.  

Another slam dunk case  
A civil action  
No defendants to face  
You win hands down 'cause no one knows the score  
You make your living off the poor 
A legal living off the poor 
A legal living... it's just the poor.