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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