Somebody planted the seeds of love but her vines are killing me It makes you feel so good you know but it's bad, bad, bad I guess by now I should know the score But it's like somebody put some voodoo on me And I don't want it in my head I can't take it no more
I feel like a wanted man I'm not a criminal You got me in your hands and I've got nothing at all You got me believing your someone I'm needing But I'm brick in your wall and I'm in your hands And I'm running... you've got me running like a criminal
I'm on the streets in the dead of night and waking up in the woods I'm feeling dirty inside my soul but I need somebody who can help me come clean I'm at the border down by Mexico And I don't know which way I should turn next Should I give it up... should I take it all the way? All the way down, down, down, down
I feel like a wanted man, I'm not a criminal You got me in your hands and I've got nothing at all You got me believing your someone I'm needing But I'm brick in your wall you've got me in your hands And I'm running... you've got me running like a criminal
I'm a broken man thet may be faded And I don't know the time I'm facing Yeah the lights is off my dime is up and I'm facing... facing the devil I gotta leave it all behind
I feel like a wanted man, I'm not a criminal You got me in your hands and I've got nothing at all You got me believing your someone I'm needing But I'm a brick in your wall and you've got me in your hands Ohh and it's criminal
Compositores: William Sheehan (Sheehan Billy), Michael S Portnoy (Michael Portnoy), Richard Dale Kotzen ECAD: Obra #10837719