Lyrics:

In this supermarket city Among the native smiles You have to pay for attention And do the best you can There's a raging silence And it's charged with action Got no time for weakness 'Cause I'm a bad bad man Down the streets of darkness Where they know my name Lies a force of evil And a destructive plan There's no time for questions When you run into danger Don't get too close to me 'Cause I'm a bad bad man I'm working for the L.A. division To stop the inner city collision I'm bringing law and order To the twenty-first century I don't care for politics You can keep your point of view You'd be better off without it I got my own bad plan A tough cop has a lonely existence A reputation of The highest resistance A mean runner bringing order To the twenty-first century I don't believe in passion Don't believe in feelings I take peace from the wicked Run and hide while you can I got no time for small talk Got no time for off-the-wall talk Don't care who I tread on 'Cause I'm a bad bad man Bad bad man, I'm a bad bad man ...