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 all he asks and I say «hurry inside»
He said, she said…
No she don’t
Be back before morning
And you know she won’t
Well 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 all he asks and I say «hurry inside»
A whole lot of memories… yours and not mine
And all 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 all he asks and I say «hurry inside»
A whole lot of memories… yours and not mine
And all he asks and I say «hurry inside, where do I hide?»