On the Lamb

Am I wrong to think I have nothing to lose To face the law is not a choice that I would choose These lawyers go for lunch and bargain us With this here lamb of mine, my freedom's not discussed I'm on the lamb; there's no reprieve or moving up I'm on the lamb until they put me in the cuffs This isn't really what it seems My end has justified my means Both society and I have had enough Some weird emotion, worse than rage You get each time they lock the cage That's what I'm trying not to feel as I run