Laying on the concrete, trying to escape the constant light...
In a locked box... Couldn't differentiate day from night...
The bright lights seemed to show everyone's souls...
I felt sorry for my roommates with their lives full of holes...
If you weren't insane by the time you went in;
You will damn sure know the extent of your sins...
I spent a weekend in a fluorescent hell...
I have one more to go in that wicked cell...
I'm sure I'll see old Rollings again...
With his tattoos and stories, and mischievous grin...
I thank god everyday this is my last weekend...
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