Let me tell you 'bout 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 mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete,
didn't want no fame
gave all his money away
"well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son"
and so they certified him insane
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
And then there's Keith,
waiting for trial twenty-five thousand bail
if he goes down you won't hear his sound
but his friends carry on anyway, fuck 'em!
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