Polished black rims on the New Mexico sand
From the iron bars to the promised land.
Shackles off the ankles, yeah, he’s back in the black
Bottle in his hand, never looking back at the track
Seven-fifty for the night at the Airbnb castle
Legal team lurking just to handle the hassle
From the pokey to the palace, watch the limo arrive
While the prosecutors claim he’s a threat to survive.
Free as a bird, but the cage is still open
Words against words, and the system is broken
He’s a West Wing ghost in a New Mexico sun
Was it justice served or a job well done?
Free as a bird, but the shadow is long
Waiting for the world to say who was wrong.
Audio tapes don’t lie, they say "No"
Was it a script for revenge?
Cut from the cast, now they’re cutting a check
Putting a noose around a legend’s neck.
Melissa waves from the door of the estate.
