Royal Hunt

Sun's comin' up and news starts spreadin' around.
Yesterday's gone, and you man I had to gun down, down, down.
Hey mister know it all - what the hell you gonna do?
When a jerk like that takes a swing at you.
You'll run for cover, you'll spit him in the eye,
You'll pull the trigger! - don't tell me lies...
My mother said straight way's build on pride, yeah.
If wishes were horses then beggars would be ride, and ride, ride, ride.
Hey mister know it all - what the hell you gonna do?
When a jerk like that takes a swing at you.
You'll call it even, you'll desperately weep,
You'll pull the trigger! - and nail that creep...
Ten to life - now the crime is done.