Lawman

Your evil eye, in the night,

Cruising low, flashing white,

There together, in the dark,

But it ain't no friend just another scared nark,

Lawman, I think you're a poor man

Every time you speak to me,

Makes it plain that you don't see,

What's really happening here,

You just confuse respect with fear,

Lawman, I think you're a poor man

I see you in the

Crown Court,

Seems to me it's like a blood sport,

I know you live by a book of rules,

But anyone who needs a book is a fool,

Lawman, I think you're a poor man