Criminal - Ringside

Look at me

I’m happy as can be About the air in my lungs

And the stories I’ve spun

About being satisfied

Most of the time

Listening to the wind and the rain

Always wondering

Why does everybody run away

Tell me, tell me When will I get myself straight

Help me, help me

«Cos the good people I know

They come and they go Talking 'bout hospitals

Making room for criminals

And they look at me They think I’m mad as can be Cause I got a criminal inside

That I just can’t hide

And I’m frustrated

I try to medicate it But nothing’s as strong

As the damage I’ve done

Why does everybody run away

Tell me, tell me When will I get myself straight

Help me, help me Cause I live alone

With a criminal

I live alone

Why does everybody run away

Tell me, tell me When will I get myself straight

Help me, help me Cause my house ain’t a home

Cause I’m living alone

With a criminal