Lyrics:

(Eric Bloom and John Trivers)


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People tell me I'm not getting younger in this place

The other guy in this room I'm sick of his face

And there's a guy who's watching me, it really is a drag

Hassling me on my way to work making license tags



But you ain't seen the last of me yet

I'll find you baby, on that you can bet

I didn't mind the risk of a life of crime

When I get out of here...

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Eight long years to do, I've just finished two

These walls are a little bit tight

I'd rather be with you

Good behavior and I'll be out on parole

Or maybe i'll bust outta here, I'm losing self control



But you ain't seen the last of me yet

I'll find you baby, on that you can bet

I didn't mind the risk of a life of crime

When I get out of here...



Well i was young and in love, i pulled the perfect crime

You blew the whistle on me baby, and now I'm doing time

I guess you never loved me, you used me like a tool

And that guy out there with you, must think that I'm a fool



But you ain't seen the last of me yet

I'll find you baby, on that you can bet

I didn't mind the risk of a life of crime

When I get out of here

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