You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison
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You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison
In the middle of a gun fight
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
[chorus]
now, but i can't
and i don't know
how we're just human as god had made us
well i can't, well i can't
too much, too late and just not enough of us
paying more for your dying wish
i kiss your lips again
We lost three of the cards, and the checkers are lost
my cellmate is a killer, he made me do push-ups
well nobody cares if you're losing yourself
am i losing myself? i miss my mom
give me the chair, a lethal injection
a swing from the rope if you dare
but nobody knows, imma drop my soap
[chorus]
now, well i cant
and i don't know
how we're just human as god had made us
well i cant, well i cant
too much, too late and just not enough of us
paying more for your dying wish
i kiss your lips again
To your room
what they ask of you
will make you want to sit
so long
but i dont remember
why remember?
Life is but a dream for the dead
and well i, i wont go down by myself
but ill go down with my friends
now now now now now now now now now now
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