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
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 all he asks and I say "hurry inside"
A whole lot of memories... yours and not mine
And all 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 all he asks and I say "hurry inside, where do I hide?"