Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine
  A little more every day
  Holding for a friend till the band do well
  Then the D.E.A. locked him away
    Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
  Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
  Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
  Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
    An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame
  Gave all his money away
  "Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son"
  And so they certified him insane
    And then there's Keith, waiting for trial
  Twenty-five thousand bail
  If he goes down you won't hear his sound
  But his friends carry on anyway
  Fuck 'em!
  Jail guitar doors
  54/46 was my number
  Jail guitar doors
  Right now someone else has that number