Pist.on Parole
On the edge on the edge
I believe i'm on the edge
And through a window dirty window
And need some light and air
And she came upon my window with a promise of love
Just lie through the skin on y'our teeth and she's sure to let you go
I dont really want you to leave now im on parole
Consumed by the love of another im on parole
I catch my breath my smokey breath
For the first time in a century
These prison walls filthy walls look better looking out than looking in
Then she came upon my window with a promise of love
Just lie through the skin on your teeth and she's sure to let you go
