The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up - Jailhouse Rock lyrics

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