Rough Justice (The Cross)

Your criminal eyes that see straight through We criminalise - your kind of voodoo Make me sell my soul for the easy life Sell my mother, trade in my wife Rough justice - alright Rough justice - on the streets tonight Rough justice - we're the chosen few If you want to scream, if you want to fight Better take it to the man with the big house - in white It's rough justice Your bleeding heart got a hold on me Your criminal heart won't let me be For finer feelings I didn't feel the need When I'm dealing you'd better watch my speed Get rough Rough justice - alright Rough justice - on the streets tonight Rough justice - we're the chosen few Rough justice, somebody loosened my screws Vigilante man of the neighbourhood Well I ain't like Doris Day, and I ain't no Robin Hood It's rough justice Your criminal eyes don't cut no ice We criminalise don't take no outside advice It's a real cruel life when you have to lose it It's a heavy knife when you have to use it It's rough justice, it's rough justice It's rough justice, it's rough justice