Lone Justice

There's two kinds, of people in the world The outlaws, and the lawmen that prevail The bounty hunter's job is on the wrong side of the law Intentions, of the truth and nothing more Burn 'em, clear the streets as he rides into the town Cause the nameless one's gonna have some fun He's gonna bring an outlaw down Wasted, it's over quick he's nailed 'em three for three Then he with his squint-eyed grin and stubbled chin He rides through history The jury, in his mind the choices weigh The trials, if you're guilty you're his prey No judgment otherwise can change the lust That's in his eyes The sentence, will be carried out in stride No name, like a shadow on a moonies night Real game, He'll be there to uphold Justice, law and order And you'll pay, the highest fee When the gunslinger takes his piece The money, it's the price you have to pay When he calls, drop your eyes and look away The man has taken life to balance scales of wrong and right Existence, each day a moral fight. --- Lone Justice - Anthrax