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]