This is a story of an old friend of mine
His name is Billy, he was doing some time
The very day he waved his cellmate goodbye
Picked up his keys and took his bike for a ride

A thousand miles and Billy? s focused and controlled
Knows just what he's seeking and the end of the road
One is for the money, two is for the show
Three has got a name and will be soothing his soul

The word is vengeance for the lady he called his wife
he's gonna take eye for an eye

Hey
One shot for every night he cried
he's gonna celebrate tonight
Hey
This time he's gonna make it right
The anger fades away over time
No
don't care if he goes back inside
he's gonna celebrate tonight
Hey
This time he's gonna make it right

Been 20 years of? moving on?

he's on the newspaper from yesterday
"That piece of shit is gonna know I'm on the way"
Headlines say "Wife Killer Billy Released! "
A set up by a so-called brother gave him this name

Sixteen miles and Billy's focused on the code
he's alive and kicking, left self-pity at home
Right hand on the throttle, firm feet on the board
Freedom hardly came and Billy's bearing a gun

It ain't for fuel he's carrying gasoline by his side
he's gonna take eye for an eye

Hey
One shot for every night he cried
he's gonna celebrate tonight
Hey
This time he's gonna make it right
The anger fails to subside
No
don't care if he goes back inside
he's gonna celebrate tonight
Hey
This time he's gonna make it right

Been 20 years of moving on

Dear friend, I feel the end is finally near
I look forward to the solving of this agony
I see the end of this conflict between forngiveness
and need for blood, and I don't think I'm fit for the first
Sooner or later this hatred has to end, not because
I want it, but because I need it in order to find
inner peace on the other side
They say the love that you withhold is the pain that
you will carry, but I've been in pain for longer than
I can remember, so I surrender
I'm no pretender
I know there'll be hell to pay
And I volunteer