Jail Guitar Doors

One, two, three, four 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 And I'll tell you 'bout Pete didn't want no fame Gave all his money away Well there's something wrong, it's why it's 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 an' waiting for trial Twenty-five thousand bail If he goes down you won't hear his sound But his friends carry on anyway, f**k 'em! 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 Jail guitar doors Jail guitar doors Jail guitar doors ...