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 themselves

With 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 tongue looking for salvage in the damage that's done?

Oh, I searched for you, every place I thought I knew

Sill we're criminals looking for something to do