You'll Go To Jail 歌词

You can try holding up a payroll with your pants around your ankles, And a darkened plastic bag over your head, Tied on real tightly. Put sugar in the gas tank of your flat-tired getaway car, With an amputated arsehole at the wheel. You can't tell me that it's a real steal. And you will fail, You'll go to jail. Try to viciously attack a Newtown Jets half backer, With both hands and legs tied behind your back, and a sultry shade of lipstick on your mouth, And if you somehow make it out, Call his mum a hooker on the way. Well today is really not your day. Try saving all the trees, or free the refuges. Or prove you're not a coward by killing Johnny Howard. Murder all the Racists, welcome blokes from other places. Force everyone to stop eating meat. I wouldn't bother getting off your seat. I wouldn't bother trying you'll just end up doing time. And if you want to make a difference you'll just end up in a prison, Getting buggered every time you go to sleep.