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"