V1:    What the hell did I do wrong?    A few and some more and it turns into this    I’d rather be anywhere coz this place ain’t bliss       Please let me off tonight    I won’t cause any trouble, got nowhere to go    The bars that I went to have packed up and closed       Chorus:    What the hell did I do wrong?    I’m sitting in this cell nothing else to tell    With my jacket as my pillow, humming not so disco    Can’t wait till tomorrow    Wait till tomorrow!    (Repeat x 2)       V2:    Look at the state of this place    I’ve seen better rooms in a crack house in hell    So this is my punishment? I’ve been locked in a cell       I hear the turn of keys outside    And the voices around in the same state as mine    I fall into slumber on a bed made of pine