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