Criminals - Lyrics by Uncle Tupelo

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