Breakin’ the Law

I can never place the name with the face... I can never place the name with the face... Don't touch me Don't touch me up to the tees by the numbers It's not much but I'm going under It's not much but I'm going under It's not much but I'm going under Liar, liar, everything's on fire So I don't want to hear how you crossed the wires Don't touch me Don't touch me up, watch, I'll take it to the river You'll come too, little Indian giver You'll come too, little Indian giver You'll come too, little Indian giver So give us the keys now, we'll burn this hall of justice down! Around the ankles or just to the ground Hats off to the city fathers, they're no longer a hundred feet tall They're no longer, no longer -- and we're just here another hundred feet stronger