Lyrics

Yeah
Still holed up on the outside of town
I'd heard that the posse was comin' around
Miles to go with no time to get home
Why would I do the crime if I couldn't do the time
Now it's do or die
Who shoots first - him or I

I'm in the g-man's crosshairs
It ain't fun but I'm there
Tryin' to build barricades with sofas and chairs
This room's the smallest place I've ever been
Seems impossible that I'll ever win
Those I'm holdin' hostage are startin' to grin

They know that I'm a good guy who'd never do harm
To them or even pigs on a farm
I can wear a smile with so much charm
You'll forget my illegal intent

This is a criminal's lament
Worst 12 hours I've ever spent
Bent the constitution of a small town's laws
Don't wanna be lonesome with no woman or clan
Don't wanna be a Manson family man
But things are helter skelter
The weather's startin' to swelter
And I'm trapped in the feds' claws

This house I've escaped to gives me such little room
Feels like I'm in my own temple of doom
But I didn't break the law or block up the courts or ports of call of ships
I've had it all with a job and a wife and I didn't do crime of such a type
That should cause me to be locked up

How often have I tried to soften the statements I lied
About my past against the law
If this was an infection I'd have a collection of germs so big
I could start germ warfare in a cruise ship's brig

"I didn't do it" I attempted to scream
But the cops just made it sound like I seem
To be a crook in a law man's dream
Or is it really a nightmare

The only thing I could possibly know
Is the people I hung with and the places I go
To prove that there is nothin' I know
Of an evil nature to share

This is a criminal's lament
Worst 12 hours I've ever spent
Bent the constitution of a small town's laws
Don't wanna be lonesome with no woman or clan
Don't wanna be a Manson family man
But things are helter skelter
The weather's startin' to swelter
And I'm trapped in the feds' claws
Trapped in the feds' claws
EVERYBODY!