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  1. Two Strikes

From the album Wayward Son

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Lyrics

Poor guy got caught stealing someone else's truck. Say's it ain't his fault he's been down on his luck. Two years probation a slap on the wrist. Our legal system has come down to this.
We oughta put him away in a cold dark room until we have his trial in a week or two. And if we find him guilty we'll cut off one of his hands. Two strikes your out and he won't ever steal your truck again.
A guy was selling drugs to the little kids at school. Told them that cocaine would make them feel cool. It's not the first time he's been caught for he has a checkered past. If I were the judge I'd put my boot up his ass.

We oughta put him away in a cold dark room. Until we have his trial in a week or two. If we find him guilty we'll cut off one of his hands. Two strikes you out and he won't ever hurt them kids again.

I know it sounds harsh, but you're dealing with crooks. We forgot how to punish. We forgot how to throw the book. We can empty out the prisons and set them all free. The next time they take something they'll take it with their teeth.

Swindled the life savings from some sweet little grandma. They gladly gave him money, cause it was going to the Lord. He took his private jet to his island in the sun. Poured himself a cocktail and called them all dumb.

We oughta put him away in a cold dark room until we have his trial in a week or two. If we find him guilty we'll cut off one of his hands. Two strikes your out and he won't ever hurt grandma again.
Never again.
Never again.