[ Featuring Tom Watkins ]
I stole a bike in the evening, prison warden gives me a greeting
I'm stuck in this hell, 50 years sentence in a prison cell
And I'm between these walls, staring at nothing as I walk these halls
Flashbacks are hitting, all the time, just stuck here sitting
And now I'm writing a letter, to the mayor that I can do better
I gave it back in the morning, I meant there to be no mourning
Why can't anybody listen, I'm an innocent man, all alone in prison
How could it be true, robbery is just not something that I'd do
The life is hard, looking over my shoulder for a prison guard
And there's the Monday scrap, making disturbance while I'm trying to rap
Don't know what to do, at every single step I'm thinking of you (Who's that?)
That beautiful bike, really nothing quite alike
(Instrumental)
I think Jimmy's going crazy, bumped his head said he was feeling hazy
Pulled out a red card, don't you know we're in the prison yard
Said it's '89, we're at an audition and he's forgot his line
They took him away, all this happened on my very first day
These cells are cold, every little corner is covered in mould
Five till eight, every single night long time to wait
But you get used to it, almost homely I'd nearly admit
It's become my life, never should have used that knife
Sometimes I consider breaking out, but it's met with doubt
I could climb that fence, only broken bones at my expense
But I change my mind, maybe another way I'll someday I'd find
No point tryna whine, 50 years I've got the time
(Instrumental)
