O see that lifer doing his time If I could have his place and he?d have mine We?d be no better off on either side of the line Well, you took my job and you put me to sleep You feed me money, you treat me like a creep Wish I could get away but I must be in it too deep Chorus Well, you tell me you?re going to get in touch You send me a letter that reads like double-Dutch You say, you?re bound to lose, you?re a little such-and-such You got my number, you got my rank You drained my head, you (guitaretab.com)