And Justice For All

I can see those enforcers, shuffling their feet; And I’ve heard of all the stories, only they would repeat. But when they're scrambling for cover; away from the heat; Like everybody else; they’re only keeping the beat. Who is it that's drumming; who write's the score? And what runs procedure, behind those closed doors? My windows are shaded, I’m hiding you see; And who ever that they're after; I hope it's not me