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, 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 all 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 all he asks and I say "hurry inside"

A whole lot of memories

Yours and not mine

And he asks and I say "hurry inside"