Dead Justice

There is strange feeling inside of my chest
Something that happened a long time ago
A little town far on the Wild West
The Chrystal Cove - it was named so

Day after day he appears on the coast
Chasing the criminals, catching them soon
Ghost of a man on the horse also ghost
Strange as a character of the cartoon

They had a very unusual sheriff
This is the story his spirit has sang
Town surrounded by long sandy cliff
It was invaded by criminal gang

Destroying Crystal Cove and holding it down
Running the riots they did it until
On his white horse one day came to the town
Left-hander Williamson named Iron Will

He rode self-confident in afternoon
Long cloak flattering behind his back
He drove the gangs out of every saloon
He drove the robbers out of every bank

Dead Justice
The terror of robbers and thieves
But not everyone believes
In his existence
Such long time distance

Dead Justice
 He used to be best local cop
And he didn't want to stop

Each witness has seen
His bullets are shining green
Dead Justice
His deadly blue hand with a gun
I'll tell you how it had begun


All were amazed by his power and force
This is a story policemen have told
Look at the sceleton of his dead horse -
Under the skin it is shining like gold

But in his story there was a detail
Something apart from his propriate fame
Never he managed to put him in jail
It was already his personal shame

Never he let himself deal with that
He couldn't catch this mysterious freak
Wearing poncho and Mexican hat
The only case when Dead Justice was weak

And as it still was a crying disgrace
Up to the volcano he continued to chase
Not very long standing still on the brink
They jump in lava - and together they sink!

Dead Justice
The cop from the neither land
Dead Justice
Unfairness he cannot stand

There is no citizen who has not met
Ghost of Dead Justice at least once or twice
He appears only after sunset
And disappears at every sunrise

He loses his trates
In the smoky mist
And everyone hesitates
Did he ever exist


Buried in sands of the careless time
After the century's temporal gap
Seeking to clean up the cradle of crime
Ghost of Dead Justice returned from his trap

Now there was no one whom he couldn't catch
But once by night in a long desert street
He met the one who's unlikely to meet
Nitro Wisinsky - he's holding a match

No more confident no more brave
Captured by fear no one can explain
Justice returned to his volcano grave
And nobody had seen him again