we've got two kinds here

those that bleed the blood

and those that work to will it

can't believe the big screen

there's no justice in the hall

we're all criminals waiting to be called



we've got shackles to keep the laws

made by men who bought and sold themselveswith not a prayer to keep their powers at bay

they want us kinder and gentler at their feet



they say don't step off the sidewalk

and don't cross over the line

but we'll serve time at night

when the light begins to dim

when the smoke seems to clear

you can say what you want

we're all criminals here



how many times will the teeth bite the tonguelooking for salvage in the damage that's done

I searched for you every place I thought I knewstill we're criminals looking for something to do