You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison (Live from Sessions@AOL)

Well, alright

It gets out to get down to get down

Let me tell y'all a story

About five beautiful boys that done went to jail

Done went to jail, here we go, here we go

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

We're 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 your 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 make me do push-ups in drag

But nobody cares if you're losing yourself

Am I losing myself? And well (I miss my mom!)

Will they give me the chair?

Or lethal injection or swing from a rope, if you dare

Nobody knows all the trouble I've seen

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

To your room

What they ask of you

Might make you want to say

"So long"

But I don't remember

I remember you

I hope you know

That this is gonna go down

On your permanent record!

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

Come on, now, now, now, now

Now, now, now (go), now, now, no-ow

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh