You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison - Live at Warped Tour '05, Las Cruces, NM, 6/28/2005

In the middle of a gun fight
In the center of a restaurant
They say, "Come with your arms raised high"
Well, they're never gonna get me
I'm like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me
Your life will never be the same

On your mother's eyes, say a prayer
Say your prayer

Now, but I can't, and I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us
Well, I can't, well, I can, yeah, yeah
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this pain in my heart
For your dying wish, I'll kiss your lips again

They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost
My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself

I am losing myself everywhere
Will they give me the chair?
Or lethal injection or swing from a rope, if you dare
Nobody knows all the trouble I've seen

But I can't, and I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us
Well, I can't, well, I can, yeah, yeah
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this pain in my heart
For your dying wish, I'll kiss your lips again

To your room, what they ask of you
They'll make you want to say
"So long, well, I don't remember
Why remember you?"
Ah, close your eyes one me last time
Let me hear you fucking scream, ah!

Life is but a dream for the dead
And well I, I won't go down by myself
But I'll go down with my friends
Now, now, now, go
Now, now, now, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah