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

Well, all right. We came to get down, to get down, to Get down. Let me tell y'all a story About five beautiful boys who done went to jail, Who done went to jail. Here we go, 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, like a bullet through a flock of doves. To wage this war against your Fate and me. Your life Will never be the same. In your mother's eyes say a prayer, Say a prayer, yeah. Yeah, pretty dead. And I don't know how it's just you, But it kinda made us pretty dead. And I care, yeah. Too much to leave and just not enough of This pain in my heart for your dying wish. I kissed your lips again, yeah. They all treated cancer, but your roots are lost. Your cellmate's a killer. They make me do push-ups in drag. But nobody cares if losing yourself am I losing Myself in where I thought. Well, they can me in a chair, lethal injection, I'll swing from a rope of your despair. Nobody knows all the trouble I've seen. Yeah, pretty dead. And I don't know how it's just you, But it kinda made us pretty dead. And I care, yeah. Too much to leave and just not enough of This pain in my heart for your dying wish. I kissed your lips again, yeah. 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 dead. And well I, I won't go down by myself. Well, I go down with my friends. Come on, now. Now, now, now. Now, now, now. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ha, Ha, ha.