There?s many who?ll tell you they?ll give you their love, But when they say ?give? they mean ?take.? They?ll hang ?round just like vultures till push
Fourteen years behind these bars Twelve foot square of cold cement I've lost nearly everything For a crime of which I'm innocent And all my sufferings
in your bed does the thought haunt your head that your really rather small if there's one thing I know in this life we are beggars all all you champions