Now I'm not afraid to do my Lord's work, You say vengeance is his but Imma do it first. I'm gonna handle my business in the name of the law.
Now if he made you cry, oh, I gotta know, If he's not ready to die, he best prepare for it. My judgement's divine, I'll tell you who you can call, You can call.
You better call the men of peace, call the coroner, Call up your priest, have him warn ya. Won't be no piece when I find that fool
Who did that to you, yeah, Who did that to you, my baby, Who did that to you, Gotta find that fool who did that to you.
Now I don't take pleasure in a man's pain, But my wrath will come down like the cold rain. And there won't be no shelter, no place you can go.
It's time to put your hands up, time for surrender, I'm a vigilante, my love's defender, You're a wanted man, here everybody knows.
You better call the Legion, call the coroner, Call up your priest, have him warn ya. Won't be no piece when I find that fool.
Who did that to you, yeah, Who did that to you, my baby, Who did that to you, Gotta find that fool who did that to you.
Now he'll keep on running, but I'm closing in, I'll hunt him down 'til the bitter end, If you see me coming near, who you gonna call?
You better call the Legion, call the coroner, Call up your priest, have him warn ya. Won't be no piece when I find that fool
You better call the healer, call the guard, I chase ‘em all the way to Sovngarde, Get my best trying to find that fool Who did that to you
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And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed. I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below—above the vaulted sky.”
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