You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison - Live at Warped Tour '05, Las Cruces, NM, 6/28/2005

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

I'm 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

I am losing myself and I miss my mom

Will they give me the chair?

Or lethal injection or swing from a rope, if you dare

Oh, 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

They'll make you want to say

"So long, well I don't remember

Why remember you?"

Do you have the keys to the hotel?

'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire, fire

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

Now, now, now, go

Now, now, go, now, now

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh