we've got two kinds here
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those that bleed the blood
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and those that work to will it
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can't believe the big screen
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there's no justice in the hall
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we're all criminals waiting to be called
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we've got shackles to keep the laws
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made by men who bought and sold themselveswith not a prayer to keep their powers at bay
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they want us kinder and gentler at their feet
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they say don't step off the sidewalk
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and don't cross over the line
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but we'll serve time at night
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when the light begins to dim
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when the smoke seems to clear
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you can say what you want
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we're all criminals here
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how many times will the teeth bite the tonguelooking for salvage in the damage that's done
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I searched for you every place I thought I knewstill we're criminals looking for something to do
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Criminals
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| Uncle Tupelo |
