Yo, they call me outlaw, criminal, rogue on the run
But tell me, who's the real villain when the damage is done?
See the gilded halls, hear the poor folk sigh
Same old story, just a different sky.
Nottingham's got a sheriff, he's a snake in the grass
Taxing honest toil, filling up his fat ass.
But out here in the green, where the shadows play
We got a different kind of justice for a brighter day.
Is it wrong to right a wrong, when the system's broken down?
Steal from the greedy crown, spread it 'round this weary town.
They hunt me through the forest, but my spirit's never frail
I'm the whisper in the wind, the strength in every wail.
A hero or a felon? You can make your own call,
But I'm here to catch the weak before they stumble and fall.
See Little John, yeah, he ain't so little, a mountain of a man
Got my back through thick and thin, part of the master plan.
We move like ghosts, quick thoughts and even quicker hands
Snatching back the silver from these overlord demands.
They say break the law, but what law is truly just
When the scales are tipped, and integrity turns to dust?
I'm no saint, no martyr, just a bloke with a cause,
Rewriting their injustice, breaking unjust laws.
Is it wrong to right a wrong, when the system's broken down?
Steal from the greedy crown, spread it 'round this weary town.
They hunt me through the forest, but my spirit's never frail,
I'm the whisper in the wind, the strength in every wail.
A hero or a felon? You can make your own call,
But I'm here to catch the weak before they stumble and fall.
From Woolton, you get it – I'm all about that real talk, mate.
This hierarchy's ancient, outdated, sealed by fate?
Nah, we rewrite destiny, with every arrow flung
For every hungry belly, for every silenced tongue.
Yeah, they're searching high and low, from the castle to the glen
But you can't cage a spirit that believes in honest men.
I'm the thorn in their side, the ghost they can't quite grasp
Fighting for the future, breaking free from their clasp.
Is it wrong to right a wrong, when the system's broken down?
Steal from the greedy crown, spread it 'round this weary town.
They hunt me through the forest, but my spirit's never frail
I'm the whisper in the wind, the strength in every wail.
A hero or a felon? You can make your own call,
I'm the freedom in their chains, the fire in the night. Robin Hood's the name, and I'm fighting for what's right.
