Jail Guitar Doors Sözleri

One, two, three, four

Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine

A little more every day

Holding for a friend till the band do well

Then the D.E.A. locked him away

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

Bang bang, go the boots on the floor

Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

And I'll tell you 'bout Pete didn't want no fame

Gave all his money away

Well there's something wrong, it's why it's good for you son

And so they certified him insane

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

Bang bang, go the boots on the floor

Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

And then there's Keith an' waiting for trial

Twenty-five thousand bail

If he goes down you won't hear his sound

But his friends carry on anyway, fuck 'em!

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

Bang bang, go the boots on the floor

Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

Jail guitar doors

Jail guitar doors

Jail guitar doors

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