Jailbreak

[Verse 1: B. Dolan]

Nights with the lights out, days in the hole

Mind wonder quite how I stayed in control

Tracing my name in the face of the stone

And I might turn up right under their nose

When the keyhole planks and the man comes

Do you crawl on all fours or stand up

I am upright, I am smiling

I'mma get off this fucking island

Drag me out into the moonlight

Where the wall is all around

The good men are all in their bed

The undead are all underground

Walk through the night to the break of day

I've been digging the holes the old fashioned way

I got blood on my knuckles and rock to crack

When you tunnel this far, no stoppin' that

It's no slowin' down, it's no doublin' back

Gotta go the ground and get a hold of a map

Size stroke toward hope with the ocean crashes

It may go down but I can't go backwards

Uh, bars, callin' all cars, hacks in the robo, caught em off guard

Riot in the yard when you hear the bell

Betta face toward heaven and run like hell

[Chorus:]

Hell is other people

And heaven is the chance you take in vain

And you might need to kill me, mister

I ain't going back to jail

Ain't going back to jail

[Verse 2: Buck 65]

1976 was the year

Heavenly mix that eventually sticks

Not to mention the heaviest bricks in concrete

Conquerin' drum beats the honkies with tight pants

I might dance, watch me now!

AC/DC, bass take it easy, greasy guitar licks

And reading Archie comics

Nonstop rocks off in Bon Scott's vomit

Pawn shop, final 33 in the 3rd deep

Pristine dirty deeds done dirt cheap

Side one track one, deadlock, stalemate jailbreak

Wait to gain

Build your muscle, educate your brain

Stickin' my arms through the bars of the hand-held

Mary one maid, muthafucka, jailbreak

[Chorus:]

Hell is other people

And heaven is the chance you take in vain

And you might need to kill me, mister

I ain't going back to jail

Ain't going back to jail

[Verse 3: Aesop Rock]

Vertical vertical vertical vertical

Diagonal Diaz-animal, eyes half mast

Time in a flatfoot lap, on the night of his briar patch act

Give him to the fire, wish you were simple, a signal

A tripped up guard with a neck full of tendrils

Ribs to the bars in a moment of mayhem

Go for the key ring, open the cages

Say hello to a growing equation, woah

Sounds fantastic, no

Got a Giggen launcher via good behavior

Now I'm looking to enable an elusive nature

Here's how the oldest trick in the book look

When performed by coldest fish on the cook hook

It was deep in the pan with the rags and patches

After, a rearranged mess hall distraction, aw shh

Never mind cabin fever, on whisper road like it's wabbit season

I'm a bad bad man, I'm a maverick heathen

I am on the truck, I am past the beacon

I am being fed fresh red grapes by the evening

Over state lines on an '89 Sebring, bye

Pardon the commotion I caused

It was this or a me shaped hole in the wall

[Chorus:]

Hell is other people

And heaven is the chance you take in vain

And you might need to kill me, mister

I ain't going back to jail

Ain't going back to jail