Take what you can, steal what you can
My life is a six string in the hands of Steve van Zandt
Show after show, town after town
Riding the ship till it runs aground
Make my mark before I expire
Leaving only ashes after I light the fire
Crimes of the heart
Run and gun born for this life
Crimes of the heart
I was born to do something baby
Night after night
Crimes of the heart
Follow the heart beat ohhh
Kill me or lock me up
For my hard crimes
Hard crimes yeah hard crimes
Hard crimes yeah hard crimes
Hard crimes yeah hard crimes
Crimes of the heart
Crimes of the heart
Standing in the yard disarming me
Broken so many times, a one man army
Mouth for the fire, belly for the coals
Strap in my seat call it my soul
Crimes of the heart
Run and gun born for this life
Crimes of the heart
I was born to do something baby
Night after night
Crimes of the heart
Follow the heart beat ohhh
Kill me or lock me up
For my hard crimes
Hard crimes yeah hard crimes
Hard crimes yeah hard crimes
Hard crimes yeah hard crimes
Crimes of the heart
Crimes of the heart
I will lie, late at night
Like a thief I'll take, give my life
If I could pack it up
Make a home
Made to run, made to roam
I will lie, late at night
Like a thief I'll take, give my life
If I could pack it up
Make a home
Made to run, made to roam
Run and gun born for this life
Crimes of the heart
I was born to do something baby
Night after night
Crimes of the heart
Follow the heart beat ohhh
Kill me or lock me up
For my hard crimes
Hard crimes yeah hard crimes
Crimes of the heart
Hard crimes yeah hard crimes
Hard crimes yeah hard crimes
Crimes of the heart
My crimes of the heart
Crimes of the heart