You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison - Live from Sessions@AOL

Well, alright
 It gets out to get down to get down
 Let me tell y'all a story
 About five beautiful boys that done went to jail
 Done went to jail, here we go, here we go
 In the middle of a gun fight
 In the center of a restaurant
 They say, "Come with your arms raised high"
 Well, they're never gonna get me
 We're like a bullet through a flock of doves
 To wage this war against your faith in me
 Your life
 Will never be the same
 On your mother's eyes, say a prayer
 Say your prayer
 Now, but I can't, and I don't know
 How we're just two men as God had made us
 Well I can't, well, I can!
 Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
 Pain in my heart for your dying wish
 I'll kiss your lips again
 They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost
 My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag
 But nobody cares if you're losing yourself
 Am I losing myself? And well (I miss my mom!)
 Will they give me the chair?
 Or lethal injection or swing from a rope, if you dare
 Nobody knows all the trouble I've seen
 Now, but I can't, and I don't know
 How we're just two men as God had made us
 Well I can't, well I can!
 Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
 Pain in my heart
 For your dying wish
 I'll kiss your lips again
 To your room
 What they ask of you
 Might make you want to say
 "So long"
 But I don't remember
 I remember you
 I hope you know
 That this is gonna go down
 On your permanent record!
 Life is but a dream for the dead
 And well I, I won't go down by myself
 But I'll go down with my friends
 Come on, now, now, now, now
 Now, now, now (go), now, now, no-ow
 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh