Lawman - Motörhead

Your evil eye, every night

Cruising slow, flashing lights

There together, in the dark

But it ain’t no friend, it’s just another scared narc

I know you, lawman, lawman, lawman, lawman

I think you’re a poor man, lawman, hey!

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

I know you, lawman, lawman, lawman, lawman

I think you’re a poor man, poor man

I know you!

See you in the Crown Court

It seems to me it’s like a bloodsport

I know you live by the book of rules

But anyone who needs a book is a fool

I know you, lawman, lawman, lawman

Lawman, you know you’re a poor man, poor man, lawman