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

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