Letra de Good Luck In Jail

C'mon over to my house, yea. We'll work on my car. Just got some more duck tape, I got the parts, Payload, speed boat wanna come along, vice grip, guilt trip don't get me wrong I can sleep standing up, and still look awake, for 6 bucks an hour, for 8 hours a day, where's all my money go an hour after I get paid? I can get the girl wired but I can't make her stay. Lean down, swing down don't be too long vice grip, guilt trip don't get me wrong Quiet... when I'm here alone I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone I said good luck in jail the last time I called home I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone