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 Trimis: 07/10/2006 14:19 Titlul subiectului: You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison |
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You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison
In the middle of a gun fight..
In the center of a restaurant..
They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me
And like a bullet through a flock of doves..
To wage this war against your faith in me
Your life...will never be the same
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer.. say a prayer!
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us
Well, I can't.. well, I can!
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish
I'll kiss your lips again
They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost
My cellmate's a killer, they made me do push-ups (in drag)
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself.. am I losing myself?!
Well, I miss my mom
Will they give me the chair
Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare
Ah, nobody knows.. all the trouble I've seen!
To your room..
What they ask of you
Will make you want to say, "So long.."
Well, I don't remember
Why remember.. YOU?!
Do you have the keys to the hotel?!
'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire! (FIRE!!)
Life is but a dream for the dead
And well I, I won't go down by myself
But I'll go down with my friends
Now now now now.. now now now.. now now now! |
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