| Lyrics: | (Warren Zevon)
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!" |
