Lives Of Crime

Oh, don’t you grieve, don’t cry, don’t weep
Your tears are just the creek on which you float away from me
You gotta have the heart of a lion
Hey don’t you sigh, don’t sigh, don’t breath
Your breath is just the air on which you drift away from me
You gotta have the lungs of a whale
Past packing day and it’s OK
Past packing day and it’s OK
Once was coming down to the wire
Hey don’t you look, don’t look, don’t see
Your vision’s just the road on which you drive away from me
You gotta have a love like a fire
Past packing day and it’s OK
Past packing day and it’s OK
We’re just a product of these times
And must not atone for lives of crime