| He lived right across the street
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| It was on the news for the world to see
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| They caught with his hands on a neighbours child
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| Now he swore he never done it before
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| As he cried before the judge in court
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| So they put him away for a just a little while
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| Morning found him in his cell
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| Somebody sent him straight to hell
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| Down on his knees begging for his life
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| Sounds like justice to me
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| Go you on your dirty work
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| In your tailor suit and clean
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| White shirt
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| You don’t care who you hurt
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| Dealers selling dealing lies
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| And hide inside a little glass pipe
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| So you don’t care who dies
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| This can’t go on I go to believe
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| Hey! |
| that’s Gabriel’s horn on the breeze
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| And it’s sounds like justice to me
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| Mom and pops had a corner store
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| It had been there 30 years or more
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| And it had been robbed about a hundred times
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| Punk walked in like he owned the place
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| Said, give me the money as he slapped his face
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| He didn’t know pops had a.45
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| Dude never made it to the door
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| Pops said, I learned in the Army
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| How to point and squeeze
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| And it sounds like justice to me
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| Listen up! |
| tha’ts Gabriel horn blowing on the breeze
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| Sounds like justice, justice, justice |