Alright Alright Alright

You're too red-blooded

And that is weak

You look for answers

But won't find that what you seek

 

You sound determined

To knock me off course

I am the White Knight

And Justice is my horse

 

All smoke and mirrors

Your ways they don't get old

I'll make you shiver

As revenge is best served cold

My heart is love

And yours is full of hate

Death from above is the best way to kill a snake

Alright

Alright

Alright

 

My souls demand it

They never sleep

They call me Hammer

Cos my nails are buried deep!

 

You have a weakness

It's in your face

A good advantage

An easy fall from grace