You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison - Live on BBC Radio 1, The Lock Up

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,

And 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 a 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 made me do push-ups (in drag)

But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...

Am I losing myself?!

Well, I miss my mom,

Will they give me the chair,

Or lethal injection,

Or swing from a rope if you dare;

Ah, 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

Will 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!

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 now... (I can't explain)

Now now now... (I can't complain)

Now now now, yeah!