Thursday, June 11, 2009

Big House On The Prairie

All the time in the world
To sit here and think
Without a cig to burn
Nor a drop to drink
This is the big house, and it kills my pride
Just when exactly did my credibility die?

Senorita, please don't do me like this
I've grown so fond of our conjugal visits

These four walls, they've become my cell
The devil cut a deal, guess I'll see you in hell
The northern lights, the sky and the stars
They lose their shine through prison bars

I am a young man, with the big house blues
I am a young man in a jailbird's shoes

Warden!
With all due respect
Warden!
You're an asshole

~fin~

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