The Clash:Jail Guitar Doors

From Lyriki

One, two, three, four!

Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine
A little more every day
Hold for a friend 'till the band do well
Then the DEA 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

And 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

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

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!

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

Jail guitar doors (54/46)
Jail guitar doors (that was my number on it)
Jail guitar doors (right now someone else)
Jail guitar doors (has that number on it)
Jail guitar doors (54/46)
Jail guitar doors (that was my number on it)
Jail guitar doors (right now someone else)
Jail guitar doors!