Prison Cell

And all of the senators in Rome
And your friend who told you to ring home
Your hat was made from a traffic cone
As his throat was cut he let out a moan

The Moon is pink, once it was green
Every syllable uttered sounded obscene
The bank robbery went like a dream
You always played on the losing team
I’m worried this will not end well
Another day in the prison cell

I like the pope, the pope smokes dope
I’ve got the rope around my throat
I think my reaction’s a little extreme
Beam me up Scotty on a laser beam
I’m worried this will not end well
Another day in the prison cell