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

I know you
Lawman
Lawman
Lawman, Lawman
I think you're a poor man, 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

I know you
Lawman
Lawman
Lawman, Lawman
I think you're a poor man, poor man
Shut up!

I know you

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

I know you
Lawman
Lawman
Lawman, Lawman
You know you're a poor man, poor man