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 He said, she said, No she don't And he asks and I say "hurry inside"
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?"
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"
Yours and not mine
And he asks and I say "hurry inside" A whole lot of memories
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".
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