You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

Chords

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Gm                           Cm
In the middle of a gun fight... 
                         F
In the center of a restaurant... 
                D                     Gm
They say, "Come with your arms raised high!" 
                               Cm
Well, they're never gonna get me, 
                                 F
Like a bullet through a flock of doves...
             D                Gm         Cm 
To wage this war against your faith in me,
     F           D            Gm 
Your life...will never be the same. 
        Cm                   F              D
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer! 


[Chorus] 
Gm
Now, but I can't 
       Cm
And I don't know 
                                  F     
How we're just two men as God had made us, 
                        D
Well, I can't...well, I can! 
Gm
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this 
Cm
Pain in my heart for your dying wish, 
F                    D
I'll kiss your lips again. 


     Gm                                    
They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost, 
    Cm                                               F
My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups (in drag) 
                           D     
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...am I losing myself?!
      Gm 
Well, I miss my mom,
Will they give me the chair, 
   Cm                                            F
Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare;
                           D
Ah, nobody knows...all the trouble I've seen! 


Gm
Now, but I can't 
       Cm
And I don't know 
                                  F     
How we're just two men as God had made us, 
                        D
Well, I can't...well, I can! 
Gm
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this 
Cm
Pain in my heart for your dying wish, 
F                    D
I'll kiss your lips again. 



Gm      Cm
To your room... 
          F
What they ask of you 
     D                Gm       Cm
Will make you want to say, "So long..."
        F 
Well, I don't remember, 
D              Gm
Why remember...YOU?! 


Gm                                Cm
Do you have the keys to the hotel?! 
                                             F      D
'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire! (FIRE!!)


Gm            Cm
Life is but a dream for the dead,
            F 
And well I, I won't go down by myself, 
                         D
But I'll go down with my friends. 
Gm          Cm
Now now now now... (I can't explain)
        F
Now now now... (I can't complain)
         D
Now now, yeah!
Gm