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
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 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