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Let me tell you about Wayne and his deals of cocaine
A little more every day
Hold for a friend till the band do well
Then the DEA locked him away

Clang! Clang! go the jail guitar doors
Bang! Bang! go those boots on the floor
Cry, cry for your lonely mother's son
Clang! Clang! go the jail guitar doors

And I'll tell you about Pete, didn't want no fame
Gave all his money away
Well there's something wrong: "It's not good for you, son!"
So they certified him insane

And then there's Keith, waiting for trial
25,000 bail
If he goes down you won't hear his sound
But his friends carry on anyway
Fuck 'em!

The jail guitar doors (54-46)
The jail guitar doors (was my number, oh yes)
The jail guitar doors (right now, someone else)
The jail guitar doors (has that number, no one else)
The jail guitar doors
The jail guitar doors
The jail guitar doors
The jail guitar doors

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