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
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
Sounds like justice, justice, justice