Criminals Lyrics - March 16-20, 1992 - Uncle Tupelo

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