David Lamb - Jailbreak lyrics

[Verse 1:] Nights with the lights out, days in the hole Mind wonder quite how I stayed in control Tracing my name in the face of the stone And I might turn up right under their nose When the keyhole planks and the man comes Do you crawl on all fours or stand up I am upright, I am smiling I'mma get off this f**ing island Drag me out into the moonlight Where the wall is all around The good men are all in their bed The undead are all underground Walk through the night to the break of day I've been digging the holes the old fashioned way I got blood on my knuckles and rock to crack When you tunnel this fast, no stoppin' that It's no slowin' down, it's no doublin' back Gotta go the ground and get a hold of a map Size stroke toward hope with the ocean crashes It may go down but I can't go backwards Uh, bars, callin' all cars, hacks in the robo, caught em off guard Riot in the yard when you hear the bell Betta face toward heaven and run like hell [Chorus:] Hell is other people And heaven is the chance you take in vain And you might need to k** me, mister I ain't going back to jail Ain't going back to jail [Verse 2:] 1976 was the year Heavenly mix that eventually sticks Not to mention the heaviest bricks in concrete Conquerin' drum beats the honkies with tight pants I might dance, watch me now! AC/DC, ba** take it easy, greasy guitar licks And reading Archie comics Nonstop rocks off in bonstocks vomit Pochop, final 33 in the 3rd deep Pristine dirty deeds done dirt cheap Side one track one, deadlock, stalemate jailbreak Wait to gain Build your muscle, educate your brain Stickin' my arms through the bars of the hand-held Mary one maid, muthaf**a, jailbreak [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Vertical vertical vertical vertical Diagonal, diazine, all my lights half pa**ed Time in a flatfoot lap, on the night of his briar patch act To the fire, wish it were simple, a signal A tripped up barb with a neck full of tendrils Trips to the bars and a moment of mayhem Built for the key ring, open the cages Say hello to a growing equation Woah, sounds fantastic, no Got a deacon that wants you on your good behavior And now I'm looking to a neighbor, an elusive nature Here's to the oldest trick in the book, look Were performed by coldest fish on the cook hook It was deep in the pen with the rags and patches After we've rearranged mess whole distraction Never mind cabin fever, unwhisper road that gets rabbit season I'm a bad bad man, I'm a maverick heathen I am on the truck, I am past the beacon I am being fed fresh red grapes by the evening Overstate lines where the 89 sebring Bye, pardon the commotion I caused It was this or a me shaped hole in the wall [Chorus]