Every day, you have to be cautious.
You have to be extra careful.
Running from justice
As a fugitive of the law.

Yesterday, I killed a wicked millionaire
Took his hard-earned money
Now I am the bad guy.
The town folks are outside my
Shack, baying for my blood

They want justice
To be served by way of mob justice
And corporal punishment.

Help me oh Lord!
Why did I become a thief in the
First place?