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!"