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 |