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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 themselveswith 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 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 Aus Songtexte Mania