 Got sent up for an eight-year bid Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag Spend the next two years as an undercover fag Being used and abused to serve like hell Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song Of how you lived so fast and died so young So don't push me