i got an old stocking and filled it with lead, i hit an old codger right over the head a copper came running and asked me my name i gave him the answer with a bicycle chain, the judge said look here son dry up your tears your going to prison for more than 3 years, my mother she fainted my father dropped dead, my littlist brother shot the judge in the head. i counted the raindrops i counted the stars i counted ten thousand of those rusty bars, they had bars on the ceilings and bars on the walls, and just for precautions they had bars on the floors. if i was the jailer and the jailer was me, ild wake up in the morning and set myself free, but i aint the jailer and the jailer aint me, so ill wake up in the morning to a cold cup of tea, without sugar mind you?