The word on our tongues, the 9/11 cry, the curse others deserve.
Let them have it; just don’t touch me.
Free the oppressed; but find somebody else to do it.
Feed the poor; but somebody else pay for it. I can’t–I’m still paying for my HDTV.
Convict the criminals; just keep away from BitTorrent and my radar detector.
Let Bono fix the African kids; I don’t have the time.
I can’t afford to help out my neighbor; it wouldn’t be fair to me.
I don’t have time for your justice; I’m too busy with mine.
Lawyers, Judges, Senators.
Money, Political Agendas, Power.
Hell for you, fair for me.
May you be brought to justice. Perhaps then the damn thing will steer clear of me.
To the oppressed, the poor, the AIDS-inflicted, the bums of the street:
Don’t worry, I’ll help you out once it’s fair for me.