| Thrashing around, banging your head
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| Wrecking your room, there’s sick on the bed
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| So stick on destruction, crack open a beer
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| Your deafened-up neighbours are lining up to sue you
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| Down at the clink it’s a hard life
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| Breaking your back to mortal way of live
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| Smashing up the rocks 'till darkness descends
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| Parole in ten years then the trashing will end
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| I’m shackled to these bullet belts for all eternity
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| The warden laughs in his gasmask as I scream in search of sanity
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| Guilty as f*ck, it’s sentencing day
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| Sent to the slammer, attacked by the gays
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| Sticked up like a kipper, goodbye to my wife
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| I’m going down for a hundreds times life
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| I’m peeling potatoes but I’m carving a key
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| A life washing dishes, that’s insanity
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| The warden is a bastard, my cell’s a shoebox
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| I hope my dinghy won’t get dashed on the rocks |