Turnbuckle Sam and the American's - Blanco de Barbara

Shock troopers on the rise again Cushy jailer saying his pride again You're just the man he wants, hanging on his wall He's just thinking of you and scratching his balls Sick mangled man breathing over your neck You can't take apish unless it's with him direct He'll watch you shave, tell you how to breath It's just dirty jailer with the good brown sleeves Excoriations for you and all your friends He says you're the church's secrets now and again They just want to hide that they wanna bone Like a dog, they'll mount you and ask you "Where's home?" Hey, hey, dirty jailer, hey, hey You're just the one I keep dreaming over every nightmare I have during the day Haunt, haunt, haunt me faster then you know, dirty old jailer go away I don't even wanna know.