Is it really true?
You're not coming
Round here no more
No face at my door
No jokes that had us
Rolling on the floor
You said you didn't like
The spare-ribs
In the restaurant
But I saw the papers
The police gave you
They charged you
With a**ult
Now you've got
More blue shock more blue shock
More blue pills more blue pills
It reminded me of a friend
They found him hanging
From a light fixture
In the middle of his room
Just before breakfast
Swinging in the gloom
And I couldn't help thinking
This was gonna happen to you
All screwed up in your head
In your cell
Swinging in the gloom
More blue shock
More blue pills
Is it really true
You're not coming
'Round here no more
Locked up once
And let out
Never more
More blue shock
More blue pills