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The coroner threw a party, |
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At the county jail. |
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It was bare light bulbs, |
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And green concrete. |
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Minute Maid and processed cheese. |
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And I, I was the entertainment. |
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I, was the topic of conversation. |
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So I did my best impressions. |
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And I heard the priest's confessions. |
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And I joined the prison band. |
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I'm not sure how, they seemed so nice. |
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Pretty, sad and tough. |
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The prison gangs line up, |
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And they sing to me. |
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They sing, the truth sounds like a lie. |
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And you won't know when you die, |
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If you've been cheated, |
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Cheated or spared, |
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Soon enough, the sheriff's deputy backs in to me. |
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It's only nine A.M., |
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The party only just began. |
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I tell him you will spend the next ten years, |
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Working out the last six monthes. |
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It's easier to lie to an audience, |
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When no one's listening. |
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One more ride home. |
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One more gas station. |
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You will spend the next ten years (one more ride home). |
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Working out the last six monthes (one more gas station). |
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Pretty, sad and tough. |
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The prison guards line up, |
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And they slowly shake my hand. |
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They say the truth sounds like a lie. |
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And you won't know when you die, |
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If you've been cheated, |
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Cheated or spared or spared. |
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Pretty and tough, |
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The warden always gets it up. |
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The prison boys are rough, |
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So the warden cuffs 'em up. |
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I tell them you will spend the next ten years, |
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Working out the last six monthes. |
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It's easier to lie. |
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It's always easier to lie. |
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You take us one step further out the door. |
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You take us one step further out the door. |
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Further out the door. |
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Further out the door. |
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Oh one more ride home. |
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Oh one more gas station. |
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One more week. |
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They tell me. |
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They tell me. |
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One more walk through my parents living room. |
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And then you sit there. |
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Can we get you anything. |
