Well, place your justice in my palm   And then I'll make a fist   And punch your grimaced face   Until every knuckle breaks   And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting      A mangled body twitching   And regaining consciousness and closure   Attempting composure before a bullet   In the mouth answers the questions of exposure      And God of Sunday school facades   And pay cheques to validate the time I served abroad   (We will say it all means nothing)   If I forget why I'm here   To serve and protect my fist over fist   Mind under matter career      That's why this sounds kind of funny   When he falls to his knees   With his hand on his throat   While he begs you to please   (Spare his life)      Falls to his knees   (When he falls to his knees)   Falls to his knees   (With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please)      Oh, all of this ask for change   (Change)   While I explain the hardest of bodies   Dulls the softest of knives      When I hold up his head and carve X's in his eyes   When I hold up his head and carve X's in his eyes   And carve X's in his eyes      I swear I have compassion   I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life   Because I am the prison guard      I swear I have compassion   I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life   Because I am the prison guard