Last of a dying breed,
Hunted for crimes unseen.
Backed into a corner, he run.
His time is over, done.
[Chorus:]
There's no way outta here,
There's no way out.
There's no way outta here.
The ba*tards hunt so well,
d**h of the former spell.
Oh, there's no mercy for those who've done wrong.
To the flame, like the angry mob.
[Chorus]
[Chorus x2]