Lonely, in my darkend cell
Sad and weary, cursing fiercly
Victims,victims.....
Sad and weary, hurt severly
And I hope he isn't thinking of blaming it on me
Is it possible he wants me to take the fall
This has gone to far

If only, I'd picked up my glove
We'd be stealing, we would be free
Rub, Rub
Now we're being way to friendly
And I hope he isn't thinking of puttin that in me
And I pray that something can fit in my insides, have I gone bi

And I hope he isn't hinking of putting that in me,
I am scared I won't be sleeping,
I will cry
I'll be fried
The DNA's
On my side
I left blood

Crime pays for no ooooonnnnnneeeee
Crime pays for no ooooonnn