They got me in ChicagonThey used an old friendnTo give the hugnMy heart sped upnWhen I felt his pulsenIt was beating like a copnHe said quit acting so toughnWith your one-armed man stuffnI've got love to give to my fugitivenQuit acting so tough withnYour one-armed man stuffnI've got love to give to my fugitivenHe said it looks like you're cryingnI said I can't believe your lyingnHe said it looks like you're dyingnnYou informing rat fink I could kill you nownNow I am no longer innocent