If This Country Still Had Balls

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 it's alright, we got him in custody Well, maybe it's 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 Let's 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 won't forget It's time we go back to hangin' them high Let's 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'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 So, it's time we go back to hangin' them high Let's 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 If this country still had balls