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 nineteen ninety-nine
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 scott free 
And when the judge says, "Whodunit?" 
You'll be crying, "Not me! Not me!"