[Verse 1]
She wears her black robe on the job
and casts her judgments left and right
relieving right across the line
and throwing shit at all that’s left.
Her judgments soil and mock her robe
and strip the people of their
rights
as if a cannonade had fired
against the trenches of its own.
[Chorus]
She guarded his escutcheon
as if his codpiece oversized
would let on what he really had:
a mushroom shriveled in the dark.
She made it clear beyond a doubt
that all her judgments would protect
the only one who gave to her
a job she’d likely never lose.
[Verse 2]
And now she waits there in her robe
for him to pick her for the seat
that locks out justice from its bench
now swayed by payments in the dark.
Now her escutcheon needs his help
and sure enough he’s there for her
as long as she is in his court
and keeping his escutcheon clean.
[Chorus]
She guarded his escutcheon
as if his codpiece oversized
would let on what he really had:
a mushroom shriveled in the dark.
She made it clear beyond a doubt
that all her judgments would protect
the only one who gave to her
a job she’d likely never lose.
[Verse 3]
The cannonball has taken swing
to wreck the line that separates
the good and bad into a heap
that’s upside down and inside out.
For now her black robe covers up
decisions made to keep crooks free
that scoff the law she swore to keep
and flout the codes she should uphold.
[Chorus]
She guarded his escutcheon
as if his codpiece oversized
would let on what he really had:
a mushroom shriveled in the dark.
She made it clear beyond a doubt
that all her judgments would protect
the only one who gave to her
a job she’d likely never lose.
[Quartet]
The law be damned and justice, too!
She must cover his corruption
so he can crown her with the seat
she covets on that bench defiled.
For him, she’ll make the law a joke
and punish all who dare to bring
a charge against her client’s name
to keep him smiling on her dreams.
Lyrics, Bill Graham
