You better make your way
You better turn the screws
'Cause the big buffoon
He ain't got nothing to lose
He got his top hat smoking
He got the pitchfork tongue
He gonna sell you something
And it ain't no fun
She got long, thick legs
And her knuckles dragging
She got long, black hair
And no convictions
She got the hunter's aim
And the cell block slang
It's the golden age for the cell block slang
It's the golden age
It's the golden age
Come on
Come on
Come on
He's black and bloated
Found dead in the trunk
The techno-sadist
With the magic rug
Some superhero sulking in the shed
Like the granddad drinkers asleep in her bed
You got the brown bag special
And the secret stash
We got the ghost hair raven
With the sexual cash
Decapitated baby
Come on, Come on
It's the golden age for the cell block slang
It's the golden age
It's the golden age
Come on
Come on
Come on
It's the golden age for the cell block slang
It's the golden age
It's the golden age
Come on
Come on
Come on
You better make your way
You better turn the screw
'Cause the big buffoon
He ain't got nothing to lose
He's got his top hat smoking
He got the pitch fork tongue
He gonna sell you something
And it ain't no fun
It's the golden age of cell block slang
It's the golden age
It's the golden age
Come on
Come on
Come on

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