Some people have an evil will
Made of ruthless sin
Always going for the kill
They won't stop at nothing to win
Brining fuel for the fire
Making plans in the night
Screaming loud of desire
They won't stop, to make it right
Hang 'em high
You gotta do it
You gotta hang 'em do or die
All you gotta do is hang 'em up high
Leaving a trail of destruction everywhere they go
Seeing their shapes on the horizon
You will lose all of your hope
Terrorizin every city that will come in their way
And theres nothing that the sheriff can do, do or say
But when the man without a name will come to get them all
He will throw them to hell
You won't hear their call
