What Jail Is Like - The Afghan Whigs

I’ll warn you, if cornered

I’ll scratch my way out of the pen

Wired, an animal

The claustrophobia begins

You think I’m scared of girls

Well maybe, but I’m not afraid of you

You wanna scare me then you’ll cling to me no matter what I do

Tell you a secret

We shared a needle once or twice

I loved her, she loved me

We slept together a couple of times

You think I’m proud of this

Well maybe, but the shame you never lose

Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse

And it goes down every night

This must be what jail is really like

And I will scratch my way out of this pen, again

Lonely?

Or maybe

Or maybe not, it all depends

Your ideal, your image

Your definition of a friend

If what you’re shoveling is company

Then I’d rather be alone

Resentment always goes

Much further than it was supposed to go

And it goes down every night

This must be what jail is really like

And I will scratch my way out of this pen

And I will fall back into it again

I’ll warn you, if cornered

I’ll scratch my way out of the pen

Wired, an animal