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!"