Spinning around in a summers day Fled with the money that I robbed today I spend it as fast as it comes who*ehouse, b**hes, Bars and Junks They're mad at me and my attitude An alcoholic and his point of view Reform who do not conform And here I go again on my own I don't mind if you want stay 23 hours we're locked away 70 Bucks and we conversate But the sickness fund crossed out his Name Blame him for what he became And throw them all back into jail A therapist made him explain Encourage me to violate