DESCRIPTION:
LIFE
By Sheepdog David Grant

When I touch you,
When you touch back,
It takes me higher
Than high grade crack!
So much lovin'
I wanna give you.
Turn around, deer,
So I can shiv you!

I gotta love you hard
Right here in the yard.
Gonna make you yell
When I'm in your cell.
When we're in the shower,
I'm gonna take your flower.
You're my prison wife
For twenty years to life.

Twenty years to. . .

Wreck time upon us.
You're a Greek Adonis.
When you exercise
Sweat drips down your thighs.
Why's it such a scandal
When you and I play handball?
You're my prison wife
For twenty years to life.

Twenty years to. . .

Dine on bread and water by candlelight.
Entertained by watching the Bloods and Aryan Brotherhood fight.
Sharing all the contraband I can get.
And don't forget. . .
I bought your ass with a pack of cigarettes!

Toilet bowl wine.
Fresh from the vine.
Your name on my left lat.
That's my prison tat.
You can't chain my passion,
Or your face I'll smash in.
You're my bitch tonight
And twenty years to life.

Twenty years to. . .

(Drums)
(Bass guitar)
(Guitar solo)
(Crescendo)

Liiiiiiiiiiiiiii-iiiii-iiiii-*sputter*-iiiiiiiiiife!