Letras:Fake Problems. Other. Real Problems In SRQ.

Someone decided I was living too fast so they broke my foot and threw me in a jail,
and as they were about to throw away the key our brother came through with enough money,
and it was, yeah we were free at last!

As I limped through the hallways with two best friends at my side, the officers
whispered "These faggots won't make it out alive", and we were placed in our cells to
think about what we'd done but we hadn't done anything wrong...

No not at all, killin' time, scalin' rooftops for fun, and right now across the town
another kid gets buried with a gun.

So we picked up our mattress, toothbrush and soap, and a blanket to shield us from
the fluorescent glow, and I layed in my cell with the other criminals and reminded
myself I hadn't done anything wrong.

No not at all, killin' time, scalin' rooftops for fun, and right now
across the town another rapist gets ready to run.

So go on run, they'll never catch you. They've obviously got much better things to do.
C'mon hun, he barely touched you! You'll be happy to know that we're on patrol tonight.

Na na na night, you'll be happy to know that we're on patrol tonight