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