| Your evil eye, every night |
| Cruising slow, flashing lights |
| There together, in the dark |
| But it ain’t no friend, it’s just another scared narc |
| I know you, lawman, lawman, lawman, lawman |
| I think you’re a poor man, lawman, hey! |
| 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 |
| I know you! |
| See you in the Crown Court |
| It seems to me it’s like a bloodsport |
| I know you live by the 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, lawman |