Let me tell you about 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

And I'll tell you about Pete, didn't want no fame
Gave all his money away
Well there's something wrong, it's quite good for you, son
And so they certified him insane

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
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Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

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

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

Jail guitar doors
54/46 was my number
Jail guitar doors
Right now someone else has that number

Songwriter(s): Topper Headon, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon, Joe Strummer
Copyright: Nineden Ltd.
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