Justish Lyrics

You were minding your own business when the cops showed up with their inquisitions.

You said, "officer, it's nothing," but the little pad comes out and you're sure it's for something.

They write your number down and, without any warning, you're in the system; their system.

And now they know what's best for you so you should just have faith in their wisdom. Their wisdom.

Everything is in the courts now, so any hope you had should hold out.

The little bureaucrats have processing but they're not even sure what "processing" means.

The judges all read funny pages; lawyers have empty shooter bottles.

They're good a playing serious but this is more a game than a bother. What bother?

They talk about her like she's just another faulty person -the system. The system.

And the motherfuckers making the decisions try to act like the victims. The victims.

No one will have answers for you if you sit down with them and quiz them. You'll miss them.

They're not really people; they are manifestations of the system. We should fix them.