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
After the war in Paraguay
Back in 1999
I was laying low in Lima
Working both sides of the borderline
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
When the judge says "Who done it?"
You'll be crying, "Not me, not me!"
[Guitar solo - fade-out]