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Let me tell you bout wayne and his deals of Cocaine A little more every day Holding for a friend till the band do well Then the d.e.a. locked him away Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors Bang bang, go the boots on the floor Cry cry, for your lonely mothers son Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors An Ill tell you bout pete, didnt want no fame Gave all his money away Well theres something wrong, itll be good for you, son And so they certified him insane And then theres keith, waiting for trial Twenty-five thousand bail If he goes down you wont hear his sound But his friends carry on anyway Fuck em! Jail guitar doors 54/46 was my number Jail guitar doors Right now someone else has that number
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