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 neighbors child
Now he said he never done it before
And he cried before the judge in court
So they put him away for a just a little while
Warden found him in his cell
Somebody sent him straight to hell
Beggin' for his life down on his knees
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
They found him face down on the floor
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
Sounds like justice, justice, justice
Writer/s: Phil Barnhart
