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?"