revolver

 

there are wrongs that cannot be buried      and there are wounds that never heal      but don’t talk to me about justice    I can’t afford justice        justice is for the rich and powerful     not for the likes of you and me      our world is an abattoir     where we fight for survival    but you can give yourself an edge     your mind is a weapon      you must use it as such     or have it used against you     

notions of justice are arbitrary        they say god is our final judge     well, god must be turning in his grave      after serial abominations       and depraved criminal conspiracies      someone murdered innocence      but they can’t pin that on me

the faithful count their burdens    and pray for forbearance       and that’s alright      I too have burdens     but I’m just a thief     so I’ll take my chances outside the law      where a man can carve his own justice     I can fend for myself     I’ve often had to      this weapon is loaded      it’s got to be loaded         or it’s no damn use to me