Lyrics Motorhead – Lawman

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,

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