There’s two types of people in this world.
The pirates and the lawmen that prevail.
The pirate hunter’s job is on the wrong side of the law.
A black flag with red swords crossing each other.
Burn em! Clear the seas as he sets sail from out of town.
The nameless one’s gonna have some fun.
He’s gonna bring a pirate down.
Wasted, it’s over quick!
He’s nailed them three for three.
With his squint eyed grin and stumbled chin,
he sails through history.
The pirates are who he throws into the brig.
The trials, if you’re guilty, you’re his prey.
No judgment otherwise can satisfy 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 sword wielder takes his piece.
The money is the price you’ll have to pay.
When he shows up, drop your eyes and look away.
The man has taken life into balance, scales of wrong and right.
Existence, each day a moral fight.
(chorus)