[verse 1]
Okay, look. I think we got off
on the wrong foot here.
That’s all you got, lady.
Two wrong feet
in fucking ugly shoes.
You’re trying to tell me
that you didn’t know about this,
that your colleagues didn’t know?
How much is this gonna cost me
personally, huh?
How much can you pay me to make me
leave those people who live in Hinkley
without any help?
How much would it cost
for me to sell their dignity,
to sell their trust?
[chorus]
I’m not a lawyer.
I hate lawyers,
because they’re snakes
and they always take
the highest bidder,
but I’m not you.
[verse 2]
These people need help,
and I’m gonna give them that.
I’m gonna drag your a*s
down to that tiny little town
in Hinkley, California,
and you’re gonna have to look
those people in the eye,
and tell them how sorry
you are that PG&E got away
with this for so long.
And I swear to God,
if you even think about
low-balling me or doing
some kind of a backroom deal,
I will personally make sure
that every news camera
in this city has your number.
Do you understand?”
[chorus]
I’m not a lawyer.
I hate lawyers,
because they’re snakes
and they always take
the highest bidder,
but I’m not you.