That's Life (or Maybe Four Years)

That's life 

That's what the jurors say

Poor little rich boy shot down in May

And when the sentence comes in July

We could be waving him bye-bye

I said that's life

Not as sunny as it has seemed

For the poor little rich boy

And his nefarious dreams

New York City sure ain't his town

Cause they just went and knocked off his crown 

He's been a liar, a lecher, a loser, a louse

Broke and a king

Just a poor little rich boy

Chasing the ring

For so many years

With his unending hate

He spit in our face 

And tempted the fates

That trial

34 counts he denied them

And then he was told 34 times

Your lies we don't buy them

And so the poor little rich boy cries

Cause here his nonsense didn't fly

He's been a liar, a lecher, a loser, a louse

Broke and a king

Just a poor little rich boy

Chasing the ring

For so many years

With his unending hate

He spit in our face

And tempted the fates 

That's life

Or maybe 4 years in a small cell

Treat life with disdain

One day you find you're in Hell

Cause when your life is just a lie

A poor little rich boy's

Dreams may just up and die

My, my