You're going to the firing squad
You're gonna die
Face the reality
Don't try to cry

You broke our laws
Which bears a price
We're not America
We're not that nice

You steal from us
We'll cut off your hand
You rape our women
We'll make you less a man

Yes these punishments are harsh
But our laws follow a narrow line
If you adhere to them strictly
You'll be doing just fine

Enough with this pointless explanation
And back to reality
Carry that info on into your next life
Because for now you are no longer meant to be

The time has come
This moment so dire
Men raise your guns and take aim
Three..Two...One...FIRE!

 
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