Song Description
Anger, aggression. Making the warden's life a living hell
| Song Length |
2:57 |
Genre |
Rock - Punk, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Aggressive, Livid |
Subject |
Violence, Murder, Rape |
| Similar Artists |
The Sex Pistols |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
VERSE 1
I left the street behind me
I rushed into the store
Pointed with the pistol
don't know why but then it roared
I only wanted money
time was slowing down
my eyes could not believe it
when the cashier hit the ground
PC 1
the blood was pooling to me
I was frozen on my feet
and I heard the sirens screaming
calling me back to the street
CHORUS
you got me in your prison
I'm guilty anyway
you'll feel my eyes burn though you
as you pass my way
VERSE 2
The people in the courtroom
with nervous car-crash stares
Just came to watch the show
Nobody really cares
They make fluorescent jumpsuits
Cause orange don't have a rhyme
Sleep and work and eat and sleep
They call it doing time
PC2
It ain't so very different
from what I did outside
but now I got a job, 3 squares,
a room where I can hide
Bridge
[talking] i'm gonna make your life a living hell, etc