t Oh, I'm prison bound I did a crime one too many times It's on the outskirts of town, by the railroad tracks Where the country moon shines Oh, I'm prison bound
Yeah, I wanted a vintage Harley I wanted a house with a yard I wanted a pocket full of money and A wardrobe of clothes with style My style Because I
We're sitting here in this hell You know it's like a living hell Was what you did really a crime? The judge says you'll have to serve time It's the law
A question of morals, black market love Street survivors for another cause Family traditions of another kind Challenging politics with payoffs twice a
Like an outlaw, I'd lie for you I'd kick and scream and do time for you I'd rob and steal and go without meals And terrorize the town for you, for you
I don't want you to be high I don't want you to be down Don't want to tell you no lie Just want you to be around Please come right up to my ears You will
Picked up by the police, only seventeen What did he do, what did he say? His father left him as a little boy His mother turned tricks just to buy his
The sound of a neighbor's barking dog The high prices of gigs today I ordered a meal not an insult I have nothing else to say Something's gone wrong
A wish or a longing for, an obsession much too strong Gratification of desire, an object requested for A sensual feeling, an extension of time, is it
Tercüme: Social Distortion. Hapis Bound.
: We're sitting here in this cell You know it's like a living hell Was what you did really a crime? The judge says you have to serve time [Chorus] It
: Like an outlaw I'd lie for you I'd kick and scream and do time for you I'd rob and steal and go without meals and Terrorize this town For you-for you
: I don't want you to be high I don't want you to be down Don't want to tell you no lies Just want to do me a round Please come right up to my yacht
Chorus] Oh, I'm prison bound I did a crime one too many times It's on the outskirts of town, by the railroad tracks Where the country moon shines Oh, I'm prison bound
: A wish or a longing for, an obsession much too strong Gratification of desire, an object requested for A sesual feeling, an extension of time Is it
: Well I walked Man I walked Through some pain today Well I guess today was my turn to hurt Well, why not You know I'm not any different And no pain
: I wanted a vintage Harley I wanted a house with a yard I wanted a pocket full of money and A wardrobe of clothes with style My style- [Chorus] Because
