Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine
A little more every day
Holding for a friend until 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'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, $25 thousand bail
If he goes down, you won't hear his sound
So his friends carry on anyway, fuck '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
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