Long Arm of the Law

Long Arm of the Law

You robbed a guy, now you’re on the run

Because we’re after you, you’re over and done

Who are we, you ask out loud?

We’re the smart dudes, you won’t feel so proud

when you’re cleaning toilets in a prison in town,

because we’re the one’s who’ll bring you down

Yes, you really screwed up when

you hopped the fence, from lawful to unlawful, then

you forfeited your freedom, ‘cause your a** is ours

On the prison softball team, you’ll wear number four,

or one, or any other number that you choose

Yes, when you tangle with us, you’re going to lose

We’re charged with keeping the public safe

And we’ll do that by ending your thieving way

Because you’ll never get away from the long arm of the law

You’d better hope baked into a cake there’s a saw,

‘cause to escape is your only way out

Yes, you’ll have to take the ‘Escape’ route

Unless you can chew through concrete and steel,

you’ll be living on water and prison gruel; and you’ll feel

the vice-like walls of the prison where you’ll be

closing around your used-to-be free

a**; you could go and do anything you felt

like doing; it was totally your call

Now a 5x8 cell will be your home, and all

the privileges you used to take for granted,

we’ll take away,

because it’s like we always say:

“Whey you turn to a life of crime,

We’ll bust your a**, you piece of human slime!”