we've got two kinds herethose that bleed the bloodand those
that work to will itcan't believe the big
screenthere's no justice in the hallwe're all
criminals waiting to be calledwe've got shackles to keep
the lawsmade by men who bought and sold themselveswith not a
prayer to keep their powers at baythey want us kinder and
gentler at their feetthey say don't step off the
sidewalkand don't cross over the linebut we'll serve
time at nightwhen the light begins to dimwhen the smoke seems to
clearyou can say what you wantwe're all criminals herehow
many times will the teeth bite the tonguelooking for salvage in
the damage that's doneI searched for you every place I
thought I knewstill we're criminals looking for something
to do