Dept. Of Correction

04:34
Will Wakefield and the Congress Hotel
Will Wakefield

Lyrics

©2008 Will Wakefield

I got a bone to pick, with my entitled generation
Hard times equal modesty, on our unemployed vacation
And I paid off all my debts, and I got one more revolution
Going to pick up and deploy against our mutual dissolution

I’m the boy who cried wolf, that wolf is knocking at my door
Yeah when I fell for you, I found out that you were a whore

Crazy goes well with this inmate population
But the meth and gin won’t work with your rehabilitation
If you need a place to sleep, you’re more than welcome in my bed
But you never listen much, should I repeat what I said?

I never asked for help in slitting my wrists,
I can swallow my own foot babe, just like this,
You may have bought all the gas,
But I’m soaking the bridge
You can shoot the vaccine, or contract the infection
But you’ll never find me darling, in the department of correction

I’m not your therapist, and I won’t be your victim service
A prison guard in skirts, to be frank, you make me nervous
Where’s that drink, bartender, need to pour it on my face
I got a tourist guide to hell, oh get me out of this place

The devils in the wine babe, but the poisons in your hips
Yeah baby maybe I’m a creep, but darling maybe you’re a bitch

I am tired of your shit, I just can’t sleep anymore
The little blue pills, don’t seem to work like before
So ruin my escape, with your constant visitation
And sabotage my exit, with my reintegration

I never asked for help in slitting my wrists,
I can swallow my own foot babe, just like this,
You may have bought all the gas,
But I’m soaking the bridge
You can shoot the vaccine, or contract the infection
But you’ll never find me babe, in the department of correction

Go on cuff our hands, go on and tie our feet
Go and run in circles, our history repeats
Get inside the fence, go and shut your mouth
No respect for the law, we have respect for doubt

We never asked for help in slitting our wrists,
We can swallow our own feet, just like this,
You may have bought all the gas, but we’re soaking the bridge
And we can go round for round, until someone gives

And everyone here, really thinks that they know,
And everyone else thinks that this is for show,
But the bomb in the corner, is just about to blow

So shoot the traitor, or assist the defection
I’ll be down the hall babe, in the department of correction