He was a beaten child Planning all his life to fill his one desire So hurt he prayed to die Feeling hurt and battered but afraid to cry Fear the executioner His blood runs cold Vigilante on the streets Feeding on the city heat In life revenge is sweet That's the law he lived by it was his greatest need He had to burn the cross And sum up all his evils giving life to his cause On the prowl His vengeance increased with every breath Seeking them out His gun is the judge the sentence d**h He died a violent d**h The kids out on the street just did away with his head The rest was burnt to a crisp The gruesome executioner was a fitting end They k**ed the executioner His blood ran red Now every night they walk in fear And every night they fear the dead