Locked up, banged up, can't think for yourself 
Twenty-four hours in a ten foot cell 
Rights of a prisoner, needs of a dog 
Stare at a ceiling, make your peace with God 
Night falls, my heart calls 
Hours turn to days 
Daybreak heartache, looking down in disbelief 
I see myself it can't be me wishing your life away, pray that tomorrow comes 
Cry your tears today, yesterday will never come, well, well... 
Backed up, jacked up, it's worse than you think 
Thirty long days for one little drink 
No hand on the wheel, no foot on the floor 
Just walls and a ceiling and a slamming of a cell door 
Lights out, the night shout 
The days drag on and on 
Day breaks my heart aches 
No way out there's no escape 
I think this time I'm going crazy 
Wishing your life away 
Pray that tomorrow comes 
Cry your tears today 
Yesterday is dead and gone