WHY DID I COMMIT SUCH A STUPID CRIME,
AS ALL IT GOT ME WAS A BIT OF TIME,
TO WAKE UP IN THIS LITTLE DIRTY CELL,
TO THE NOISE OF A SCREW WITH HIS BELL,
SLOP OUT ,TWO TRIPS ONLY,
MAKES ME FEEL SO BAD AND REALLY REALLY MOANIE,
I GO AND EMPTY MY CHAMBER POT,
AND HE TELLS ME THATS YOUR LOT,
I TRY TO SPEAK BUT HE STOPS ME DEAD,
I WISH I COULD TELL HIM WHATS IN MY HEAD,
I GO IN MY CELL AND HE SLAMS THE DOOR,
AND I HEAR HIM SAY IF YOU DONT LIKE IT DONT COME BACK NO-MORE
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