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