by Warren Zevon c. 1989 Zevon Music/BMI  When I was young, times were hard  When I got older it was worse  First words I ever heard:  "Nobody move, nobody get hurt"  It's the long arm, it's the strong arm  It's the long arm of the law  It's the long arm, it's the strong arm  It's the long arm of the law  After the war in Paraguay  Back in 1999  I was laying low in Lima  Working both sides of the borderline  It's the long arm, it's the strong arm  It's the long arm of the law  You can run, but you can't hide...  Well, I have to live like a fugitive  Oh yeah, oh yeah  Someone's coming after me  And I'm running, running, yeah  Now, don't protest your innocence  Only the dead get off scot free  And when the judge says, "Whodunit?"  You'll be crying, "Not me! Not me!"