Its twenty years on his beat
Risking everything
Upholding something
For what

A point perhaps
A point a judge keeps missing
Or
Is it me the walloper?
Gone mad

Thinking my job was to nab you

Its not that you’re guilty
Its not that you’re caught red handed

It’s about if you are okay
You poor bastard

What can the beak do to help?
How can the law shelter you from the cops?

Easy

We just arrest you
The judge does the rest

At last you’re safe

Me
I’ve done twenty years
A life sentence for nothing