Golden Age Of Cell Block Slang

You better make your way, you better turn the screws
'Cause that big buffoon, he ain't got nothing to lose
He got his pig hat smokin'... he got the pitchfork tongue
He gonna sell you something, and it ain't no fun
She got long thick legs, she got 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 blank and bloated, found dead in the tub
He's the the techno-sadist, with the magic rug
Some superhero, sulking in the shed
Like the veteran drinkers, we'll sleep when we're dead
We got the brown bag special, with the secret stash
We got the ghost train railin', with the sacks o' cash
Decapitate me 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 screws
'Cause that big buffoon, he ain't got nothing to lose
He got his pig hat smokin'... he got the pitchfork tongue
He gonna sell you something, and it ain't no fun
She got long thick legs, she got 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