YOUR JUSTICE

You don't care for home-made rules and good intentions.
Your own highway to Hell's already paved.
And no preacher ever heard your confession,
You ain't got no desire to be saved.

You roam the streats at night,
You see the world as it is
And not the way it seems to look in daylight.
You got your gun, your switchblade knife,
You do what you please.
As long as there are bullets left - you're right.

Who cares for the law?
Who cares for the order?
Nobody better get in your way.
You're wild, you're lost,
You crossed the borderline.
Your justice is a Magnum shot away.

Who set the laws? Not you, so you don't care about'em.
Authority's another ass to kick.
You got a few good friends, but you could do without'em,
And love's another word to make you sick.

You have no trust in God
Who sells his blood on the TV,
'Cos things that have a price you can just steal.
And Devil is your middle name.
You make people shiver
And cross their hearts before they are killed.

The final result,
The child of the era,
You never ask and you never pray.
You need no help,
No psychotherapy.
Your justice is a Magnum shot away.