Lyrics C - Wing Blues - Psychosomatic

C - Wing Blues

Spread your cheeks, cough hard twice
Thumb up your ass it’s not nice
Holding cell for three days straight
Starched out food don’t taste so great
Someone’s fart stains on your briefs
Fucked up sandals on your feet
I call my lawyer, she’s out real late
With the judge out on a date
What’s fucking next?
Shaking and sweating jonesing for beer
What’s fucking next?
Plea bargain me here for another year
What’s fucking next?
Roll up punk, you got to move
What’s fucking next?
I’ve got them fucked up C-wing blues
Picking up trash on the side of the road
Kiestered in some smoks with choad
Gag fight in the laundry room
Dude’s skull got cracked with a push broom
In lock down for a week or two
Th milks I’ve saved are turning blue
No cash for bail no one will lend
Now I’m off to the fucking pen