Ballroom Boxer - County Jail lyrics

The best of times come with whiskey and rye Like the worst of it all turnin' on a dime Thirty years, man, the narrative We'll hold all applause up till then you grow up and start to die There goes another kid but weren't we all the kids? Well I hear your mortgage makes you cry You chose a small small world And now you hate how it turns It's your life and your alibi But I know you think you found it In county jail No bail in mind You say the sky is the limit kid A ceiling fan; parole denied I don't see the point I don't see the point - no, no more They say you'd grow into it but it's a dangerous trend When you're barely treading water You get used to the bars they built to hold you all in And now the bottle's got you marked There goes another piece, there goes another dream Baby locked up in the cellar Somebody call the police, they stole your identity And now you're lost and forgotten We all caught it there in county jail It's that shortened tale of our shortened lives We all caught it there in county jail The road to nowhere left behind