Breakin' the Law

Can never place the name with the face I can never place the name with the face Don't touch me DonÂt 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 WeÂll burn this hall of justice down Around the ankles, or just to the ground Hats off to the city fathers TheyÂre no longer a hundred feet tall They're no longer, no longer And we're just here Another hundred feet stronger