C - Wing Blues - Psychosomatic

Spread your cheeks, cough hard twice

Thumb up your ass it’s not nice

Holding cell for three days straight

Starched out food don’t taste so great

Someone’s fart stains on your briefs

Fucked up sandals on your feet

I call my lawyer, she’s out real late

With the judge out on a date

What’s fucking next?

Shaking and sweating jonesing for beer

What’s fucking next?

Plea bargain me here for another year

What’s fucking next?

Roll up punk, you got to move

What’s fucking next?

I’ve got them fucked up C-wing blues

Picking up trash on the side of the road

Kiestered in some smoks with choad

Gag fight in the laundry room

Dude’s skull got cracked with a push broom

In lock down for a week or two

Th milks I’ve saved are turning blue

No cash for bail no one will lend

Now I’m off to the fucking pen