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by Warren Zevon 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 Letras de canciones 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!" From Letras Mania