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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 two men, as God had made us
Well I can't, well I can
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish
I kiss your lips again


They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost
My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself
Am I losing myself?
Well, I miss my mom
Will they give me the chair
Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare
Ah, nobody knows all the trouble I've seen


[chorus]
To your room
What they ask of you
Will make you want to say, 'So long'
Well, I don't remember
Why remember you


Do you have the keys to the hotel
Cause I'm gonna string this mother f*cker on fire (fire)


Life is but a dream for the dead
And well I, I won't go down by myself
But I'll go down with my friends
Now now now now...now now now...now now now!!


















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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 two men, as God had made us Well I can't, well I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I kiss your lips again They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag But nobody cares if you're losing yourself Am I losing myself? Well, I miss my mom Will they give me the chair Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare Ah, nobody knows all the trouble I've seen [chorus] To your room What they ask of you Will make you want to say, 'So long' Well, I don't remember Why remember you Do you have the keys to the hotel Cause I'm gonna string this motherf*cker on fire (fire) Life is but a dream for the dead And well I, I won't go down by myself But I'll go down with my friends Now now now now...now now now...now now now!!