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Your evil eye, in the night, |
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Cruising low, flashing white, |
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There together, in the dark, |
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But it ain't no friend just another scared nark, |
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Lawman, I think you're a poor man |
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Every time you speak to me, |
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Makes it plain that you don't see, |
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What's really happening here, |
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You just confuse respect with fear, |
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Lawman, I think you're a poor man |
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I see you in the |
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Crown Court, |
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Seems to me it's like a blood sport, |
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I know you live by a book of rules, |
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But anyone who needs a book is a fool, |
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Lawman, I think you're a poor man |