Lyrics:

Your evil eye, in the night,
Cruising low, flashing white,
There together, in the dark,
But it ain't no friend just another scared mark,
Lawman, I think youÂ're a poor man

Every time you speak to me,
Makes it plain that you donÂ't see,
WhatÂ's really happening here,
You just confuse respect with fear,
Lawman, I think youÂ're a poor man

I see you in the Crown Court,
Seems to me itÂ'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 youÂ're a poor man