Ballroom Boxer County Jail
The best of times come with whiskey and rye
Like the worst of it all turnin' on a dime
Thirty years, man, the narrative
We'll hold all applause up till then you grow up and start to die
There goes another kid but weren't we all the kids?
Well I hear your mortgage makes you cry
You chose a small small world
And now you hate how it turns
It's your life and your alibi
But I know you think you found it
In county jail
No bail in mind
You say the sky is the limit kid
A ceiling fan; parole denied
I don't see the point
I don't see the point - no, no more
They say you'd grow into it but it's a dangerous trend
When you're barely treading water
You get used to the bars they built to hold you all in
And now the bottle's got you marked
There goes another piece, there goes another dream
Baby locked up in the cellar
Somebody call the police, they stole your identity
And now you're lost and forgotten
We all caught it there in county jail
It's that shortened tale of our shortened lives
We all caught it there in county jail
The road to nowhere left behind
