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 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, 

Lawman, I think you're a poor man 



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, 

Lawman, I think you're a poor man