Paroles de Hang Tomorrow

So here I am in jail again Oh God, it stinks of piss I've been in here since I was young So I can reminisce It's looking rather grim this time It's looking rather bad But if I swing tomorrow In some ways I'll be glad There's Johnny, Jim, Bill, and Fred I've seen them all before We spend our lives inside this place Twenty years or more Well, we're all rather stupid We're all rather dumb We've all come from the gutter And we've stayed as lowlife scum We could've made a break for it Said no to being bad So if I'm hung tomorrow In some ways I’ll be glad