Sounds Like Justice

He lived right across the street
It was on the news for the world to see
They caught with his hands on a neighbours child
Now he swore he never done it before
As he cried before the judge in court
So they put him away for a just a little while
Morning found him in his cell
Somebody sent him straight to hell
Down on his knees begging for his life
Sounds like justice to me
Go you on your dirty work
In your tailor suit and clean
White shirt
You don’t care who you hurt
Dealers selling dealing lies
And hide inside a little glass pipe
So you don’t care who dies
This can’t go on I go to believe
Hey! that’s Gabriel’s horn on the breeze
And it’s sounds like justice to me
Mom and pops had a corner store
It had been there 30 years or more
And it had been robbed about a hundred times
Punk walked in like he owned the place
Said, give me the money as he slapped his face
He didn’t know pops had a.45
Dude never made it to the door
Pops said, I learned in the Army
How to point and squeeze
And it sounds like justice to me
Listen up! tha’ts Gabriel horn blowing on the breeze
Sounds like justice, justice, justice