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How Trespassers Die

de Buddy Brown

Strange man walks
In holdin' his gun
Kills somebody and he's on the run
Out the door and into the busy streets
Cops chase him 'round town
For an hour or two
Go back home he's on the evenin' news
They tell us its alright, we got him in custody
Well maybe its me but I'm scratching my head
Wonderin' why that S.O.B. ain't dead
When everyone knows it's him why should we wait?

It's time we go back
To hangin' them high
Lets light the torches in the middle of the night
Somewhere along the way we've gotten way too soft
We don't need a jury when we seen what he's done
Just build the gallows and wait for the Sun
Get the vigilantes loaded up
With justice for all
If this country still had balls

My tax money pays for nice hot meals
For a killer locked up makin' more appeals
So he can get right back out
And do it all again
Now I ain't sayin' that a man can't change
But you can't tell right from wrong these days
Unless we send a message they wont forget

Its time we go back
To hangin' them high
Lets light the torches in the middle of the night
Somewhere along the way we've gotten way to soft
We don't need a jury when we've seen what he's done
Just build the gallows and wait for the Sun
Get the vigilantes loaded up
With justice for all
If this country still had balls

And I know every man can be redeemed
But if he don't choose to better still have Plan B
Its time we go back
To hangin' them high
Lets light the torches in the middle of the night
Somewhere along the way we've gotten way to soft

We don't need a jury when we seen what he's done
Just build the gallows and wait for the Sun
Get the vigilantes loaded up
With justice for all

If this country still had balls
If this country still had balls

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