DESCRIPTION:
Wyatt Scott doin' time with Jail Guitar Doors by The Clash!

Strummer/Jones
Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine
A little more every day
Hold for a friend till the band do well
Then the D.E.A. locked him away

Clang clang go the Jail Guitar Doors
Bang bang go his boots on the floor
Cry cry for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the Jail Guitar Doors

An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame
Gave all his money away
Well there's something wrong, he's my good clean son
So they certified him insane

And then there's Keith, waiting for his trial
Twenty-five thousand bail
When he goes down you won't hear his sound
But his friends carry on anyway

Fuck 'em!

Jail guitar doors
Fifty four/forty six was my number
Jail guitar doors
Right now someone else has that number