You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison Live for BBC Radio 1's "The Lock Up", 2005 E

One, two, three, Oh, nice, nice. Oh, nice. Oh, are we record--Oh, we're recording. Oh, we are? All right, let's do this. Well, all right. We can't tell What's real wrong. When you come around. Boogity, boogity, boogity, bow. Oh, Here we go. 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. Well, I'm the bullet through a glass eye's eyes. To wage this war of empty old Faith in me. Oh, I will never be the same. On your mother's eyes, say a prayer. Say a prayer, yeah. Yeah, with the dead. It's no joke how we're just too late. It's gotta be us. We care. And I care, yeah. Too much to lay in dark. Not enough of this pain in my heart. For your dying wish, I'll kiss your lips again, Yeah. The empty bed costs so much. Your soul lost. They sell me tequila. They make go for substance. But nobody cares if you lose yourself. Well, I lose myself every way fight. There's no trial, lethal injection, Swing from a rope in jail. Nobody knows I'm a troubled soul. Yeah, with the dead. It's no joke how we're just too late. It's gotta be us. We care. And I care, yeah. Too much to lay in dark. Not enough of this pain in my heart. For your dying wish, I'll kiss your lips again, Yeah. To your room With the scars you. They'll make you wanna stay So long. But I don't remember. I remember You. I hope you know this is gonna go down On your permanent record. Don't Kill yourself. It's but a dream. Oh, yeah. And when I come, I'm gonna die By myself. And I go down with my prayers. Come on. Now, now, now, Yeah.