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 judgement 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