Mother fucker, I am in the jailhouse
Without doing the least damage
All my friends were happy
When they took me to the cooler
All of my friends - stinkers and swine
The one who ratted on me to the police
When they arrested me I was innocent
It was the day of All Saints
I'm not dead no! I'm still alive
The oil is there, and the lamp still lights up
If God wants and I get out of this hole
I must give the answer to the infamous ones
These twenty-nine years must pass,
Eleven months and twenty-nine days
Eleven months and twenty-nine days.