The coroner threw a party
At the county jail
It was bare light bulbs
And green concrete
Minute Maid and processed cheese
And I, I was the entertainment
I, was the topic of conversation
So I did my best impressions
And I heard the priest's confessions
And I joined the prison band
I'm not sure how, they seemed so nice
Pretty, sad and tough
The prison gangs line up
And they sing to me
They sing, the truth sounds like a lie
And you won't know when you die
If you've been cheated
Cheated or spared
Soon enough, the sheriff's deputy backs in to me
It's only nine A.M.,
The party only just began
I tell him you will spend the next ten years
Working out the last six monthes
It's easier to lie to an audience
When no one's listening
One more ride home
One more gas station
You will spend the next ten years (one more ride home)
Working out the last six monthes (one more gas station)
Pretty, sad and tough
The prison guards line up
And they slowly shake my hand
They say the truth sounds like a lie
And you won't know when you die
If you've been cheated
Cheated or spared or spared
Pretty and tough
The warden always gets it up
The prison boys are rough
So the warden cuffs 'em up
I tell them you will spend the next ten years
Working out the last six monthes
It's easier to lie
It's always easier to lie
You take us one step further out the door
You take us one step further out the door
Further out the door
Further out the door
Oh one more ride home
Oh one more gas station
One more week
They tell me
They tell me
One more walk through my parents living room
And then you sit there
Can we get you anything