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Now i'm not afraid to do the 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 police, call the coroner Call up your priest, have him warn ya Won't be no peace 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 police, call the coroner Call up your priest, have him warn ya Won't be no peace 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 police, call the coroner Call up your priest, have him warn ya Won't be no peace when i find that fool You better call the doctor, call the lawyer I chase 'em all the way to california Get my best trying to find that fool Who did that to you
Writer(s): John Roger Stephens, Paul Richard Epworth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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