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Let me tell you ībout 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 motherīs son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Anī Iīll tell you ībout Pete, didnīt want no fame
Gave all his money away
"Well thereīs something wrong, itīll be good for you, son"
And so they certified him insane
And then thereīs Keith, waiting for trial
Twenty-five thousand bail
If he goes down you wonīt hear his sound
But his friends carry on anyway
Fuck īem!
Jail guitar doors
54/46 was my number
Jail guitar doors
Right now someone else has that number
Translate to:
Let me tell you ībout 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 motherīs son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Anī Iīll tell you ībout Pete, didnīt want no fame
Gave all his money away
"Well thereīs something wrong, itīll be good for you, son"
And so they certified him insane
And then thereīs Keith, waiting for trial
Twenty-five thousand bail
If he goes down you wonīt hear his sound
But his friends carry on anyway
Fuck īem!
Jail guitar doors
54/46 was my number
Jail guitar doors
Right now someone else has that number