You say I'm crazy when I look at you but. You can't tell me what to do. Let it go, lose control, get out of hand. You know I'm not an angel. I'm more of a devil.
Nobody knows about the jailhouse blues till you get within four walls. And the jailerman turns that big black key that's when your spirit falls. Then you drag yourself up to the bars and while you gaze out at the stars.