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.