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!"