Nights on the lights out, days in the hole
Might wonder quite how I stayed in control
Tracing my name in the face of the stone
That I might tunnel right out under they nose
When the keyhole clanks and the man comes
Do you crawl on all fours or stand up?
I am upright, I am smiling
I'mma get off this fucking island
Drag me out into the moonlight
Where the wall is all around
The good men are all in their bed
The undead are all underground
Work through the night to the break of day
I been digging a hole the old fashioned way
I got blood on my knuckles and rock to crack
When you tunnel this far, there's no stopping that
There's no slowing down, there's no doubling back
Gotta go to ground or get a hold of a mat
Sidestroke toward hope where the ocean crashes
It may go down but I can't go backwards
Uh, bars, calling all cars
Hacks in the rowboat, caught 'em off guard
Riot in the yard when you hear the bell
Better face toward heaven and run like hell
Hell is other people (Hell is other people)
When heaven is a test that you take and fail
Heaven's a test that you take and fail)
You might need to kill me, mister (Might need to kill me, mister)
But I ain't going back to jail
Ain't going back to jail
1976 Was the year
Heavenly mix that eventually sticks
Not to mention the heaviest bricks and concrete
Conquering drumbeats and honkeys in tight pants
I might dance, watch me now (Jailbird)
AC/DC, bass take it easy
Greasy guitar lick, I'm reading Archie comics
Nonstop rock soft and Bon Scott's vomit
Pawn shop vinyl 33 and a third deep
Pristine dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Side one, track one, deadlock, stalemate
Jailbreak (Talking about jail)
Weight to gain
Build your muscle, educate your brain
Sticking my arm through the bars with a handheld mirror
One name, motherfucker, jailbreak!
Hell is other people (Hell is other people)
When heaven is a test that you take and fail
Heaven's a test that you take and fail)
You might need to kill me, mister (Might need to kill me, mister)
But I ain't going back to jail
Ain't going back to jail
Vertical, vertical, vertical, vertical, diagonal
Die as animal, eyes half-mast
Beat time in a flat-foot lap
On the night of his briar-patch ax
He took me to the fire, wish it were simple
A signal, a tripped-up guard with a neck full of tendrils
Ripped through the bars in a moment of mayhem
Pilled for the key ring, open the cages
Say hello to a growing equation
Whoa, sounds fantastic, no
Got a gig in laundry via good behavior
Now I'm looking to enable an elusive nature
Here's to the oldest trick in the book
Truck whip performed by the coldest fish on the cook
Hooked, it was deep in the bin with the rags and patches
Aftermath rearranged mess hall distraction
All shhh, level nine cabin fever
On whisper mode like it's wabbit season
I'm a bad bad man, I'm a maverick heathen
I am on the truck, I am past the beacon
I am being fed fresh red grapes by the evening
Overstate lines on an '89 Sebring
Bye, pardon the commotion I caused
It was just some ramees-shaped hole in the wall
Hell is other people (Hell is other people)
When heaven is a test that you take and fail
Heaven's a test that you take and fail)
You might need to kill me, mister (Might need to kill me, mister)
But I ain't going back to jail
Ain't going back to jail
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