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"