Drowningman How They Light Cigarettes In Prison Lyrics

How They Light Cigarettes In Prison Lyrics

Crazy Charlie did it again, lights out assholes. Sharp shiv. Knuckles knives.
Lights out again. Stay alive (one more night). Calm precision, sharp incision
cuts holes in you. Doesn't matter what it was. Now we're all fucked because:
twisty ties. Words won't make it work, it just won't make it light. When the
lights go out on the whole cell block they pull their rusty shanks from behind
their b acks and walk the floor waiting for the perfect time. You lie with your
head in the pillow praying, crying. Telling yourself everything's going to be
alright. But it's not; not at all. Guns and knives behind their eyes. The
things you say drive me crazy. The "ifs" and "buts" are
driving me nuts. Seems the same thing happens every time. What this is,
electrical.