|
Darren Crossey - The Lag's Song lyrics
When I was a young lad, sometimes I'd wonder What happened to time when it passed. Then one day I found out that time just lands in prison, And there it is held fast Look out of the window, over the roofs there, Over the walls see the sky. Oh, just one flying leap and you could make your getaway, And be free at last. Prisoners are sleeping; the night watch is keeping. Its watched o'er seven hundred men. And behind every cell door, a sleeping lag is dreaming, Oh to be free again Go write me a letter addressed to my number, But say you remember my name, So I'll be reminded of how the world outside goes, And be a man once again. I've got time on my hands, I've got time on my shoulder, Plenty of time on my mind. There's no winter nor summer when you land in prison It's just that old prison grind |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 The Dutchess by Fergie |
 Fear of Flying by Mya |
 Waiting for the Punchline by Extreme |
 Take Me with You by Honey Cone |
 Years Later by Soulja Slim |
