Ode to Justice

There’s no justice in this world

That’s just a dumb utopian word

No forests that deserve a fire

As we watch it burning down

Point our fingers at what’s wront

There’s nothing just about it

There’s no justice in this world

Different drones for little boys and girls

And different prayers to seek

We don’t choose where we are born

But we’ll all just carry on

There’s nothing just about it

Met a man in an uncomfortable chair

I asked him questions, and they seemed beyond repair

He said son, “don’t you see,

There's a way the world will treat a man like me

So I’ll be moving on. And it’s best we be moving on”

There’s no justice in this world

Said the sweet sixteen year old

As she didn’t get the gifts she desired

Looking up from underneath were the servants in the keep,

There’s nothing just about it

There’s no justice in this world

You see the lines they’re very blurred

Don’t you worry with whats wrong about it

A few heads to trample on

But your glory will be won

And you can sing about it

They say she’s crazy with her imaginary friends

But is she happy in the end

She’s a little bit like me

In a differently perceived reality

But she’ll be moving on

And it’s best we be moving on