We're all criminals, we're all criminals
We're all criminals, we're all criminals
We're all criminals...

There was a time when you could speak your mind down my street,
Now that's all gone cos there's something wrong down my street.
It's all signs and parking fines and cameras
in your face
I don't recognise this place, oh it's a bloody disgrace

Can't work, can't play
Can't leave, can't stay
We're all criminals
Can't kiss, can't hug,
Can't dance, can't love
We're all criminals hey
We're all criminals hey
We're all criminals hey

There was a time when there was peace of mind down my street,
Now you can break the law before you're out the door down my street.
It's all a sham they don't give a damn they'll twist the words we talk
Then you'll find yourself in court, if they don't like your sort

Can't work, can't play
Can't leave, can't stay
We're all criminals
Can't kiss, can't hug,
Can't dance, can't love
We're all criminals

Hey, we're all criminals
We're all criminals
Can't work, can't play
Can't leave, can't stay
We're all criminals
Can't kiss, can't hug,
Can't dance, can't love
We're all criminals hey
We're all criminals hey
They're all criminals

Copyright: CONEXION MEDIA GROUP, INC.
Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER ABBOTT FAIRBRASS, CLYDE WARD, RICHARD PETER FAIRBRASS