| Song | Lone Justice |
| Artist | Anthrax |
| Album | Anthrology: No Hit Wonders (1985-1991) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anthrax | |
| There's two kinds, of people in this world | |
| The outlaws, and the lawmen that prevail | |
| The bounty hunter's job is on the wrong side of the law | |
| Intentions, of the truth and nothing more | |
| Burn 'em, clear the streets as he rides into the town, | |
| Cause the nameless one's gonna have some fun | |
| He's gonna bring an outlaw down | |
| Wasted, it's over quick he's nailed 'em three for three | |
| Then with his squint-eyed grin and stubbled chin, | |
| He rides through history | |
| The jury, in his mind the choices weigh | |
| The trials, if you're guilty you're his prey | |
| No judgment otherwise can change the lust | |
| That's in his eyes | |
| The sentence, will be carried out in stride | |
| No name, like a shadow on a moonless night | |
| Real game, he'll be there to uphold | |
| Justice, law and order | |
| And you'll pay, the highest fee | |
| When the gunslinger takes his piece | |
| The money, it's the price you have to pay | |
| When he calls, drop your eyes and look away | |
| The man has taken life to balance scales | |
| Of wrong and right | |
| Existence, each day a moral fight |
| zuo ci : Anthrax | |
| There' s two kinds, of people in this world | |
| The outlaws, and the lawmen that prevail | |
| The bounty hunter' s job is on the wrong side of the law | |
| Intentions, of the truth and nothing more | |
| Burn ' em, clear the streets as he rides into the town, | |
| Cause the nameless one' s gonna have some fun | |
| He' s gonna bring an outlaw down | |
| Wasted, it' s over quick he' s nailed ' em three for three | |
| Then with his squinteyed grin and stubbled chin, | |
| He rides through history | |
| The jury, in his mind the choices weigh | |
| The trials, if you' re guilty you' re his prey | |
| No judgment otherwise can change the lust | |
| That' s in his eyes | |
| The sentence, will be carried out in stride | |
| No name, like a shadow on a moonless night | |
| Real game, he' ll be there to uphold | |
| Justice, law and order | |
| And you' ll pay, the highest fee | |
| When the gunslinger takes his piece | |
| The money, it' s the price you have to pay | |
| When he calls, drop your eyes and look away | |
| The man has taken life to balance scales | |
| Of wrong and right | |
| Existence, each day a moral fight |
| zuò cí : Anthrax | |
| There' s two kinds, of people in this world | |
| The outlaws, and the lawmen that prevail | |
| The bounty hunter' s job is on the wrong side of the law | |
| Intentions, of the truth and nothing more | |
| Burn ' em, clear the streets as he rides into the town, | |
| Cause the nameless one' s gonna have some fun | |
| He' s gonna bring an outlaw down | |
| Wasted, it' s over quick he' s nailed ' em three for three | |
| Then with his squinteyed grin and stubbled chin, | |
| He rides through history | |
| The jury, in his mind the choices weigh | |
| The trials, if you' re guilty you' re his prey | |
| No judgment otherwise can change the lust | |
| That' s in his eyes | |
| The sentence, will be carried out in stride | |
| No name, like a shadow on a moonless night | |
| Real game, he' ll be there to uphold | |
| Justice, law and order | |
| And you' ll pay, the highest fee | |
| When the gunslinger takes his piece | |
| The money, it' s the price you have to pay | |
| When he calls, drop your eyes and look away | |
| The man has taken life to balance scales | |
| Of wrong and right | |
| Existence, each day a moral fight |