Song | Lone Justice |
Artist | Anthrax |
Album | Anthrology: No Hit Wonders (1985-1991) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anthrax | |
There's two kinds, of people in this 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 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 moonless 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 this 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 with his squinteyed 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 moonless 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 this 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 with his squinteyed 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 moonless 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 |