wanna live in a bank
Sleep in a cash machine
But i'm here and
I just cannot live my dream
Jail is my house
The judge just told me that
Doesn't surprise me at all
I just can't live without
Gotta find a way out of here
Boys get around
Bros falling wild
Cop a packet
Head up on a scrap
Gotta find a way outta here
DALTON
Dreaming of freedom
Money in my hand
My band on the road
And two girls in my bed
Looking up Looking down
Nobody else to blame
It's the same room
Oh bro bro it's the same
I use to sit and wonder
And the back of the train
I make my days
Between the walls
And it squeezzes my brain
I'm not talking that much
Babe I'm trav'lin' on
You don't know me in the end
I'm just an easy song
Boys get around
Bros falling wild
Cop a packet
Head up on a scrap
Gotta find a way outta of here
DALTON
DALTON
DALTON
I didn't mean to live in jail
Better forgive than being dead
You know i dreamt of happiness
In the smallest coldest room
I have to give it back
Walking my own road
Gotta find a way outta here
