Lyrics You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison? - Osatia

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison?

In the middle of a gunfight
In the center of a restaurant
They say
«Come with your arms raised high»
Well, they’re never gonna get me
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 make 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?
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
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 (I can’t explain)
Now, now, now (I can’t complain)
Now, now, yeah!