Jim Yoshii Pile-up Jailhouse Rock
The coroner threw a party at the county jail.
It was bare lightbulbs and green concrete,
Minute Maid and processed cheese.
And I was the entertainment.
I was the topic of conversation.
So I did my best impressions,
And I heard the priest..s confessions,
And I joined a prison gang.
(I'm not sure how- they seemed so nice.)
Pretty, sad and tough,
The prisons gangs line up and they sing to me.
They sing, "The truth sounds like a lie,
And you won't know when you die
If you've been cheated or spared."
And soon enough, the sherrif's deputy backs into me.
"It's only 9am, the party only just began"
I tell him,
"You will spend the next ten years working out the last
six months."
It's easier to lie to an audience when no one's
listening.
Pretty, sad and tough,
The prison guards line up
And they slowly shake my hand.
They say, "The truth sounds like a lie
And you won't know when you die
If you've been cheated or spared."
Pretty and tough, the warden always gets it up.
His prison boys are rough, so the warden cuffs 'em up.
I tell him,
"You will spend the next ten years working out the last
six months."
It's easier to lie; it's always easier to lie.
Baby, you feed it, you taunt it,
If you got it in your body, you bleed it, you cough it,
You give it to your buddy.
Foscarnet...
Ziagen...
Serostim...
Kaletra...
Sporanex...
Biaxen...
Panretin...
You're on it...
You're on it...
You're on it...
I'm on it...
Baby, you feed it, you taunt it,
If you got it in your body, you bleed it, you cough it,
You give it to your buddy.
And every pill you take is one step further out the
door.
One more ride home,
One more gas station,
One more week they tell me.
One more walk through my parents' living room
And then to bed.
"Can we get you anything?"
