Tekster: Anthrax. Spreading The Disease. Lone Justice.

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