Words and music by J. Kay and J. Richie



I'm sorry to hear 'bout your problems

It came as a chock to us all

You know that we have always read

There's no way that you'd ever fall

Well, I grant you, it looks good on paper

But lately you've dropped out of sight

And we feel it's gone quite far enough

Don't you think that it's time now to light?



Justice, don't be slow

Everyone's here but you

You haven't got far to go



Now they make your life worth leaving

When they covered your face with their dung

Then they laughed while you lay floundering

Just hoping you'd swallow your tongue

Their hatchetmen bungled your mansion

And throttled your sons in the night

Their foot soldiers pummeled your daughter

God dammit, your vengeance is right.

Well, now that you've caught your tormentor

He still won't admit to his sin.



He claims he was busily sleeping 

While his henchmen were doing you in

But all of this high-ranking jesters

Have turned into sniveling louts

They're pleading for mercy and freedom

I say throw all those hooligans out!



© 1974 Black Leather Music, Inc/Janell Music (BMI)