Jail Guitar Doors Lyrics

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
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