Låttexter:
Dry Cell Sorry

me If I told you so (if I told you so) Now you know how sorry feels Now you know how sorry feels Now you know how sorry feels Now you know how sorry

after rage, depression, deep depression. He stands alone inthe cell. Head down, beaten. Even the Lord, watching from above, feels sorry for him. A wind begins to blow, a warm, dry

money back! [Billy Flynn] It's not your money. It's your mother's money. [Mary Sunshine] Are you sorry, dear? [Annie Baxter] Yeah, I'm sorry that I

stuck here on death row The poor victim's families never make a dime Networks say I'm not prime time All my cell mates on my cell block Say I'm the

into Iron Duals Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell

into Iron Duals Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell

them aside small and damn near unbreakable You drank all the water and you pissed yourself dry Then you fell to your knees and proceeded to cry And who could feel sorry

into Iron Duals Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell