Now I don’t take pleasure in a man’s pain,
But my wrath will come down like the cold rain.
And there won’t be no shelter, no place you can go.
It’s time to put your hands up, time for surrender,
I’m a vigilante, my love’s defender,
You’re a wanted man, here everybody knows.
You better call the police, call the coroner,
Call up your priest, have him warn ya.
Won’t be no peace when I find that fool
Who did that to you, yeah,
Who did that to you, my baby,
Who did that to you,
Gotta find that fool who did that to you.