Have you ever felt ur nights are so lonely
i lay there wish on the one and only
star I can see from between the wrought iron bars
that surround me and impound me
the sound of sleepless breathing starts to drown me
its what its like every night in cell block three
counting the dashes on the walls
from previous prisoners periods of withdrawl
from their loved ones their lovers and families
some in here are innocent but the most of us are guilty
bearing the weight of our decisions
like st Christopher with the lord it almost kills me
to think about the pain that Ive been the cause of
and all the tears that you cried in the course of what you thought of
what life was like when I was clean
but now im just a fucked up
depressed, world hating, heroin addicted junky
who got tired of taking life slowly
now every night alls ive got is the sweet mother mary
tattoo on my arm to hold me
and even though I pray
alls I can say is that u owe me
