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"
