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 nark,Lawman, I think you're a poor manEvery 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 manI 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