Alain Whyte - Sorrow Will Come in the End lyrics

Legalized theft Leaves me bereft I get it straight in the neck (Somehow expecting no less) A court of justice With no use for Truth Lawyer... liar Lawyer... liar You pleaded and squealed And you think you've won But Sorrow will come To you in the end And as sure as my words are pure I praise the day that brings you pain Q.C.'s obsessed with sleaze Frantic for Fame They're all on the game They just use a different name You lied And you were believed By a J.P. senile and vile You pleaded and squealed And you think you've won But Sorrow will come To you in the end And as sure as my words are pure I praise the day that brings you pain So don't close your eyes Don't close your eyes A man who slits throats Has time on his hands And I'm gonna get you So don't close your eyes Don't ever close your eyes You think you've won OH NO