Twenty-Five to Life

It’s two a.m. in the drunk tank,
Wishing I could write you a note,
Just another fight with the Mrs.,
But this time your timing’s just right,

They caught me with a boatload of dirt weed,
A duffel of psychedelics too,
Now it’s two a.m. in the drunk tank,
Facing twenty-five to life,

Twenty-five to life,
Twenty-five to life,

It’s three a.m. in the drunk tank,
Wishing I could write you a note,
I love you despite the restraining order,
And I’ll love you for all of my life,

Just another night with the Mrs.,
Just another 911 call,
Now It’s three a.m. in the drunk tank,
And I’m facing twenty-five to life,

As I sit here and think all this through dear,
Some guy with a shank or a knife,
Is hollerin’ at me like a crazy man,
And threatening to take away my life,

Now it’s four a.m. in the drunk tank,
Still seeing everything in threes,
So I tell him, “I got nothin’ to lose sir,
So get the fuck out of my face,”

Earlier, when they took my mugshot,
Guess that’s when I wrote you this note,
I’m spiraling down the pipe babe,
Facing twenty-five to life,

It’s two a.m. in the drunk tank,
It’s three a.m. in the drunk tank,
It’s four a.m. in the drunk tank,
Facing twenty-five to life,

Twenty-five to life,
Twenty-five to life,
Twenty-five to life,
Twenty-five to life.