Got 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, I'm staring straight at you 

I still hear him screaming, "Where do I hide?" 
 And now he asks and I say, "Hurry inside" 

He said, she said and 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 and I say, "Hurry inside" 
 whole lot of memories yours and not mine 
 And now he asks and I say, "Hurry inside" 

Got 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 now he asks and I say, "Hurry inside" 
 whole lot of memories yours and not mine 
 And now he asks and I say, "Hurry inside" 
 Where do I hide?