I heard the toll, church bells rang

I cried for help, on a warm summer's day

As I drew near, it was an atrocity

A thief with a badge, and the days are for real



The Sheriff, the Sheriff

He's worth a million dollars,

Knows everybody's name

He's taken all your money 

Without an ounce of shame

The Sheriff, Oh the Sheriff

Of Nottingham



The Friar came out

A bruise on his chin

So I called for help

He said it's a fight you can't win



Son can't you see?

He rules this town

There's a heirarchy

And we're on the ground



The Sheriff

He's worth a million dollars,


Knows everybody's name

He's taken all your money 

Without an ounce of shame

The Sheriff, Oh the Sheriff

Of Nottingham



Alms for the poor

Guns for the war



Rob you of your name, strip you of your pride

Work you to the bone, and never satisfied

Hangin' on your shoulder, everywhere you go

One hand in your pocket, the other on your throat

Countin' all your money, every quid you've got

Drop it in his coffers, not a second thought

You're counting down the days, until he's in his grave

But even when he dies, you know he'll never pass away