Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine   A little more every day   Holding for a friend till the band do well   Then the D.E.A. locked him away      Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors   Bang bang, go the boots on the floor   Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son   Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors      An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame   Gave all his money away   "Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son"   And so they certified him insane      And then there's Keith, waiting for trial   Twenty-five thousand bail   If he goes down you won't hear his sound   But his friends carry on anyway   Fuck 'em!   Jail guitar doors   54/46 was my number   Jail guitar doors   Right now someone else has that number