Some people have an evil will Made of ruthless sin Always going for the kill They won't stop at nothing to win Brining fuel for the fire Making plans in the night Screaming loud of desire They won't stop, to make it right Hang 'em high You gotta do it You gotta hang 'em do or die All you gotta do is hang 'em up high Leaving a trail of destruction everywhere they go Seeing their shapes on the horizon You will lose all of your hope Terrorizin every city that will come in their way And theres nothing that the sheriff can do, do or say But when the man without a name will come to get them all He will throw them to hell You won't hear their call