Jail

What am I supposed to learn?
I haven't learned it yet

Smoke another cigarette
Say another prayer
I'm gonna meet the judge
She don't care what I have to say
Only what I have to wear

Got some public defense
I started to fear when he itched a hundred dollar bill with his ear
I reached in my pocket
Pulled out a tear

The defenders and the jail-senders have gotten together
There's a corner in the courthouse no one knows about
Except for the vendor

Strip down naked fast as you can
Take a shower with another man
Come back
Pick up a jumpsuit
Slip into a pair of pants