Once an old man told me, this is not ok To hit somebody with the knife if he denies your way I was not to attentive to speech of the old folk I turned my back on him avoiding moral talks
Chorus: There would be your last day When you’re gonna fall There would be your last day. You’ll fall to prison walls
I was not pretty good guy well I was rather bad And if somebody sneered at me I could smash his head It happened at that evening when I appeared in bar I cut the scumbag with my knife he fell on floor and died
I’m hiding from police now, I don’t know what to do Remembering all the warnings, I did not listen to He knew what would happen and where I’d be sent Prison is my sweet home and now I understand