Land of Jail

Sometimes all it takes is a little smile or some chocolate cake; to put a spring in the step of the bi-polar fool. Who always flaunts like he' s hot but acts oh so cool, and he' s not, he' s not.

Caged birds and vagabonds walk hand and hand but what goes wrong when the vag wants a cage and the bird wants a trail and the land of the free is the land of jail.

Call me on my cell but its long distance call me in hell you can use 10-10-220 and you' ll save a pretty penny. And the bird without a face will find safety in the race to the end of the somewhere rainbow.

Why? I hear you come to me. I need you here just come to me. I want you here just come to me. I' m in jail again. Bail me out.