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Social Distortion
Social Distortion


Background information
Origin Fullerton, California, United States
Genre(s) Punk Rock
Hardcore Punk
Cowpunk
Years active 1978—1985
Label(s) Epic Records
Restless Records
Epitaph Records
Associated acts Angels & Airwaves
The Offspring
Danzig
Rancid
The Adolescents
Agent Orange
China White
Shattered Faith
Website Website
Members
Mike Ness
Jonny "2 Bags" Wickersham
Brent Harding
David Hidalgo, Jr.
Former members
Chuck Biscuits
Adam "Atom" Willard
Matt Freeman
Dennis Danell
Rikk Agnew
Eddie Livingston
Frank Agnew
Tim Maag
Brent Liles
John Maurer
Casey Royer
Bob Stubbs
Chris Reece
Randy Carr
Derek O'Brien
Charlie Quintana
Scott Reeder



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Social Distortion Album


Prison Bound (1988)
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We're sitting here in this cell
You know it's like a living hell
Was what you did really a crime?
The judge says you have to serve time

[Chorus]
It's the law, you're in jail
It's the law that sets your bail
Don't bother to try and fight
It's only a few more nights

The deputy had a bad night
He couldn't get it up for his wife
So he's gonna be pissed on the job and
He's gonna bum out your life

[Chorus]

. . .


A wish or a longing for, an obsession much too strong
Gratification of desire, an object requested for
A sesual feeling, an extension of time
Is it good or bad?
Does your conscience bother you
Does it make you sad or glad?

. . .


Like an outlaw
I'd lie for you
I'd kick and scream and do time for you
I'd rob and steal and go without meals and
Terrorize this town
For you-for you

Like an outlaw
I'd lurk in the baddest parts of town
I'd wait there for you baby
Until they hunt me down
For you-for you

Like an outlaw
They'd put a price on my head
Wanted dead or alive or painted a bloodied red
For you-for you
Like an outlaw
I'd kill for you
I'd kick and scream and hang for you
I'd go inside and kick some hide and
Bury a man who died
For you-for you

. . .


I don't want you to be high
I don't want you to be down
Don't want to tell you no lie
Just want you to be around
Please come right up to my ears
You will be able to hear what I say
Don't want you out in my world
Just you be my backstreet girl
Please don't be part of my life
Please keep yourself to yourself
Please don't you bother my wife
That way you won't get no help
Don't try to ride on my horse
You're rather common and coarse anyway
Don't want you out in my world
Just you be my backstreet girl
Please don't you call me at home
Please don't come knocking at night
Please never ring on the phone
Your manners are never quite right
Please take the favors I grant
Curtsy and look nonchalant, just for me
Don't want you part of my world
Just you be my backstreet girl

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Well, I'm goin' to a place where the tough guys go
And come out even tougher
A place where a man don't show his feelings
A place where a man don't cry

Well, they say I'm bein' punished
And they say I can be reformed
But some day I'll return
Did they really think that
This time it would work

You knew all along it wouldn't...

[Chorus]
Oh, I'm prison bound
I did a crime one too many times
It's on the outskirts of town, by the railroad tracks
Where the country moon shines
Oh, I'm prison bound
Tell my girl I'll be back one day
Oh, I'm prison bound
I may never know any other way

Well, they take away my freedom of expression or action
Johnny says I'll walk the line
With three hearts and a cot
And a lot of talk
With lock-up, concrete, and steel

Well it's cold and it's clammy
Man, it's colder than a pimp's heart
But I've gotta do my time
There's a lesson to be learned here
But what a price to pay

You know I may never learn-

[Chorus]

. . .


Well I walked
Man I walked
Through some pain today
Well I guess today was my turn to hurt

Well, why not
You know I'm not any different
And no pain means no gain
I've heard them say

Well I used to think that life
Was so ugly
Live fast, die young
Leave a pretty corpse

But now I see things so much different
And life seems sometimes pretty to me

. . .


The sound of a neighor's barking dog
The high prices of gigs today
I ordered a meal not an insult
I have nothing else to say

Something's gone wrong with my bike again
Can they play that song just one more fucking time?
That girl's attitude is hurting my head
Where am I supposed to draw the line?

Someone scratched my favorite Stones LP
My boss says that I'm a little slow
These people, places and things just aren't going my way
Situations that I can't control

I got in a fight at the liquor store
My neighbors are making too much noise
My girlfriend's not acting the way she's supposed to be
With a little time it'll all work out fine

. . .


I wanted a vintage Harley
I wanted a house with a yard
I wanted a pocket full of money and
A wardrobe of clothes with style
My style-

[Chorus]
Because I want what I want
And I want it now
You mean this great big world
Doesn't revolve around me?

I wanted a '55 Cadillac
Sittin' low, chromed and shiny black
But then somebody told me
The best things in life aren't things

[Chorus]

. . .


A question of morals, black market love
Street survivors for another cause
Family traditions of another kind-

Challenging politics with payoffs twice a month
Too much is not enough and enough is just too much
Not afraid of one man, not afraid of ten

Like a pirate in the city, he's a lover man too
Whatever it is that he wants from you
Just remember he always gets what he wants-

With a gun in one hand, a drink in the other
Deep inside he knows his days are numbered
In his world he led an important life

. . .


Picked up by the police, only seventeen
What did he do, what did he say?
His father left him as a little boy
His mother turned tricks just to buy his toys

72 hour evaluation
Immediate psychiatric help
But Johnny wasn't crazy
He was just an angry boy

Years later, nothing much has changed
Liquor, drugs and gangs have made him a man
Living in the streets in a world of his own
He stops and watches his heart turn to stone

He's an important person now
He's running with a wayward crowd
But Johnny wasn't crazy
He was just a lonely boy

The pain got too great, an eventual suicide
Fear and anger were trapped deep inside
If only Johnny could have opened up his heart
Then me and Johnny wouldn't never had to part

He's tired of running the vicious circle
He loaded and cocked his .45
But Johnny wasn't crazy
He was just a frightened boy

Oh,
How many Johnnys must there be?
Oh Johnny
How I wish you were here

. . .


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