Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list and you're last on mine
Looking for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down the aisle, staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming, "Where do I hide?"
And now he asks, 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 now he asks, I say, hurry inside
A whole lot of memory, yours and not mine
And now 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
Looking for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down the aisle, staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming, "Where do I hide?"
And now he asks, I say, hurry inside
A whole lot of memory, yours and not mine
And now he asks and I say, hurry inside
Where do I hide?