Cell Block 7

yeah crank those super tweeters
let me feel the burning in my ears
I've been locked away in prison
for almost twenty-three years

they searched here and everywhere
trying to find my soul
but it was locked in my memory
that was the one thing they never stole

so now I'm free from the proding
no more bend it over and spread
they thought they were messing with me
but they had no idea what was in my head

I was jammin with Joe Bonamassa
and Eric C. sometimes came too
the only bending was on the 16th fret
triple harmonies screaming into the blue

wash those shirts dig that dirt
rake the garden get all the weeds
they didn't realize I was getting good stuff
the kind with really big seeds

so when they threw me to the floor
and yelled see how you like cell block 7
I just grinned from ear to ear
they had no idea I was heading to heaven

yeah they tried to take my dignity
they were just wasting their time
I wasn't going anywhere inside my head
I was busy looking for a line to rhyme  

Gomer LePoet ....