Lives of Crime

Oh, don? t you grieve, don? t cry, don? t weep, no 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 breathe, no 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 okay Past packing day and it? s okay This one's coming down to the wire Blind in the steam, bogged in the mire Hey, don? t you look, don? t look, don? t see, no 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 okay Past packing day and it? s okay We? re just a product of these times And must not atone for lives of crime We? re just a product of these times And must not atone for lives of crime For lives of crime, for lives of crime