There is two kinds, of people in this world The outlaws, and the lawmen that prevail The bounty hunters 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 ones gonna have some fun Hes gonna bring an outlaw down Wasted, its over quick hes nailed em three for three Then with his squint-eyed grin and stubbled chin, He rides through history
The jury, in his mind the choices weigh The trials, if you are guilty you are his prey No judgement otherwise can change the lust Thats in his eyes The sentence, wi will be carried out in stride
No name, like a shadow on a moonless night Real game, hell be there to uphold Justice, law and order And you wi will pay, the highest fee
When the gunslinger takes his piece
The money, its 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
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