Paroles de 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