Down In The Block

Well I know that I’ve been a bad bad boy,
So they sent me to hell on earth,
I been cock of the walk and king of the streets,
Back on my own turf.
But now they want to break me,
Give me a short sharp shock,
So they messed me up and dragged me away,
And threw me down in the block.

My sense of time is going backwards,
And my head aches from knocks that I took,
They throw a cold meal through the door slot,
Give my compliments to the cook.
Just the sound of the bootnails ringing,
And a bible from one of God’s flock,
The feel of the walls shrinking inwards,
It’s hell on earth down in the block.

Yes the walls are cold, and the floor is damp,
Your muscles clench and you’re filled with cramp,
Your brain box aches you can’t break free,
‘Cos the door stays shut down in sol-it-ary.

The strip light’s cracks and buzzes,
The damp chills right through to my skin,
I don’t know what I got to do to get out,
Can’t remember what I did to get in.
The doctor peers in from the doorframe,
Say’s “This prisoner is fit as a rock”
I manage a sneer and a bloodshot leer,
Truth’s twisted down here on the block.

Yes the walls are cold, and the floor is damp,
Your muscles clench and you’re filled with cramp,
Your brain box aches you can’t break free,
‘Cos the door stays shut down in sol-it-ary.