I wake up on the floor and I realize where I am
I go through my pockets, but nothing is there
I look around the room from wall to toilet to door
And I get a little scared, I get so damn scared
That I will sit, sit, sit here until the cows come home
I will sit, sit, sit here and be sorry for my sins
Then a guard comes and I ask him what I've done
He smiles and he answers that he can't say
But he's nice all the same, he informs me
That I should count on staying here for at least two weeks
Yeah, you'll sit, sit, sit here until the cows come home
You'll sit, sit, sit here and be sorry for your sins
So I sit and wonder what the fuck I've done
Maybe it's just drunkenness or I had some drugs
But no one in the house seems all that interested in
Telling me that, so I lie down
And I'll lie, lie, lie here until the cows come home
I'll lie, lie, lie here and be sorry for my sins
Be sorry for my sins
Be sorry for my sins