| 作词 : Anthrax | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Anthrax | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Anthrax | |
| 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 |