Good Luck in Jail Lyrics

C'mon over to my house, yea. We'll work on my car.
Just got some more duck tape, I got the parts,

payload, speed boat
wanna come along,
vice grip, guilt trip
don't get me wrong
I can sleep standing up, and still look awake,
for 6 bucks an hour, for 8 hours a day,
where's all my money go an hour after I get paid?
I can get the girl wired but I can't make her stay.
lean down, swing down
don't be too long
vice grip, guilt trip
don't get me wrong

quiet ... when I'm here alone
I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone
I said good luck in jail the last time I called home
I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone