Thrashing around, banging your head
Wrecking your room, there's sick on the bed
So stick on [bad word]  crack open a beer
Your deafened-up neighbours are lining up to sue you
Down at the clink it's a hard life
Breaking your back to mortal way of live
Smashing up the rocks 'till dakness descends
Parole in ten years then the trashing will end
I'm shackled to these bullet belts for all eternity
The warden laughs in his gasmask as I scream in search of sanity
Guilty as [bad word]  it's sentencing day
Sent to the slammer, attacked by the [bad word] 

Sticked up like a kipper, goodbye to my wife
I'm going down for a hundreds times life
I'm peeling potatoes but I'm carving a key
life washing dishes, that's insanity
The warden is a [bad word]  my cell's a shoebox
I hope my dinghy won't get dashed on the rocks