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. Lawman I think you're a poor man. 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.