You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison (AOL Sessions)

(Well, alright!

It's time to get down, to get down, to get down

Lemme tell y'all a story about five beautiful boys, that went to jail. Here we go, here we go.)

In the middle of a gunfight, 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

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'll 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?

And nobody knows

All the trouble I've seen

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'll kiss your lips again

To your room

What they ask of you might make you want

To say, "So long"

But, I don't remember, why remember?

(I hope you know, this is gonna go on your permanent record!)

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

(Come on!)

Now, now (I can't explain), now, now (I can't complain)

Now, now, now, now, yeah!