Lone Justice — 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