Big House - L.A. Guns

Psychotic

Neurotic

Alcoholic

You might call me imbecilic

I’m dirty I’m so mean

Like no other you’ve ever seen

I’ll take down the other side

A place where you can meet and hide

I’ll take you down the darker way

To a game — a game that I play

And what you see is what you get

A wicked man with no regrets

I get whatever I want

You won’t forget

Goin' back to the Big House

Goin' back — back inside

Pathetic, rejected, full of doom

Some people call me Mr. Gloom

I sold my soul — sold my soul

When I went down the fire hole

I’ll take you down, down with me

A nice place for you to be

I’ll take you down to my home

I’ll leave you there to die alone

And what you see is what you get

A wicked man with no regrets

I get whatever I want

You won’t forget

Goin' back to the Big House

Goin' back — back inside

Goin' back to the Big House

Goin' back inside

Goin' back to the Big House

Goin' back inside — back inside

Goin' back to the Big House

Goin' back — back inside