| Lyrics: | Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list, and you're last on
mine
Lookin for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down the aisle, staring straight at
you
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?"
And he asks and I say "hurry
inside"
He said, she said, No she don't
Be back before morning, You know she
won't
I remember that summer, like yesterday
And I remember his mother, As he was dragged
away
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?"
And he asks and I say "hurry
inside"
A whole lot of memories
Yours and not mine
And he asks and I say "hurry
inside"
Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list, and
you're last on mine
Lookin for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down the aisle, staring
straight at you
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?"
And he asks and I say
"hurry inside"
A whole lot of memories
Yours and not mine
And he asks and I say
"hurry inside" |
