Blue Oyster Cult

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People tell me I’m not getting younger in this place
The other guy in this room I’m sick of his face
And there's a guy who’s watching me, it really is a drag
Hassling me on my way to work making license tags
But you ain’t seen the last of me yet
I’ll find you baby, on that you can bet
I didn’t mind the risk of a life of crime
When I get out of here...
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Eight long years to do, I’ve just finished two
These walls are a little bit tight
I’d rather be with you
Good behavior and I’ll be out on parole
Or maybe i’ll bust outta here, I’m losing self control