Tom :E5

E5                                       B5
Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine
  A5
A little more every day
        E5                     G#5
Holding for a friend till the band do well
           B5                   E5
Then the D.E.A. locked him away
E5                   A5           E5
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
E5                 A5            E5
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
E5                 A5               E5
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
E5                   A5
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, it'll be good for you, son"

And so they certified him insane

And then there's Keith, waiting for trial

Twenty-five thousand bail

If he goes down you won't hear his sound

But his friends carry on anyway

Fuck 'em!
A5           E5    B5  (plus C5 A5 E5 on last time)
Jail guitar doors
54/46 was my number
Jail guitar doors
Right now someone else has that number