Sentenced to Thrash - Gama Bomb

Thrashing around, banging your head

Wrecking your room, there’s sick on the bed

So stick on destruction, crack open a beer

Your deafened-up neighbours are lining up to sue you

Down at the clink it’s a hard life

Breaking your back to mortal way of live

Smashing up the rocks 'till darkness descends

Parole in ten years then the trashing will end

I’m shackled to these bullet belts for all eternity

The warden laughs in his gasmask as I scream in search of sanity

Guilty as f*ck, it’s sentencing day

Sent to the slammer, attacked by the gays

Sticked up like a kipper, goodbye to my wife

I’m going down for a hundreds times life

I’m peeling potatoes but I’m carving a key

A life washing dishes, that’s insanity

The warden is a bastard, my cell’s a shoebox

I hope my dinghy won’t get dashed on the rocks