Kelly's First Night

[Intro] [Slow, ominous bass line, prison door slam sound effect] [Whispered] Day one of two thousand... [Verse 1 - Arrival] [Slow punk dirge, 180 bpm but heavy] They strip you down and hose you off like meat Give you browns that smell like someone's defeat Maximum security, the judge said with a grin "Armed robbery, assault" - that's how I get thrown in Walking to my cell, trying to look hard But my fake tough face ain't worth a fucking card These women got murder in their eyes for real I'm just some stupid kid who fucked up a steal [Verse 2 - Dinner Queue] [Building tension, industrial punk sounds] Seven PM, they herd us to the hall Stand in line, don't speak, don't look at all But I'm still running on my outside pride Make eye contact with the wrong fucking side She's six foot tall with HATE on her knuckles "You eyeing me, fresh meat?" and my confidence buckles Before I can apologize or explain My face meets the floor, I'm tasting blood and pain [Verse 3 - The Rules I Didn't Know] [Faster, frantic energy] Guards just watch while I'm getting kicked "Welcome to max, better learn real quick" Don't take the first tray, that's Sandra's spot Don't walk too fast, don't talk a lot The blonde girls sit together by the wall The lifers own the phones, don't touch at all Every fucking step has some unwritten law And I'm breaking them all with my suburban flaw [Instrumental] [Harsh guitar, prison ambiance] [Verse 4 - Reality Check] [Slower, defeated tone] Crawling to my bunk with my ribs on fire That shop clerk was gentle, just a sweet retire Compared to this, that beating was a gift These women here will kill you for a shift I thought I was tough 'cause I planned a robbery Tried to take some cash, acted hard as can be But that was kid's play, fucking amateur hour Here I'm just fresh meat with no fucking power [Verse 5 - Night Thoughts] [Emotional, almost breaking] Lying in the dark, counting every breath Two thousand days if I don't meet my death Can hear someone crying three cells down Another girl screaming, guards don't come around I'm thinking about Birdie, wonder where she's at Did she get minimum? Is she crying in her flat? We used to share everything, every fucking plan Now I'm alone in max with a five-year span [Bridge - The Letter I Can't Send] [Acoustic undertone, spoken-sung] "Dear Birdie, it's fucked in here Don't know if you'll get this, don't know if you care That night we thought we were so fucking tough But Bird, we didn't know nothing about rough I'm sorry I agreed, sorry I didn't say no Sorry we're apart with nowhere to go" [Verse 6 - Dawn Reality] [Building back up, resigned punk energy] Five AM wake up, fluorescent lights burn Stand for count, wait your fucking turn My face is swollen shut, can barely see Day one down, one thousand nine ninety-nine to be That shop girl Emma, she tried to let us run Showed mercy even after what we'd done But here there's no mercy, no second chance Just time to pay for my armed robbery dance [Final Chorus] [Full punk energy, defiant but broken] First night in maximum security Learned real quick what tough used to be Thought I was hard on the outside life Now I'm just surviving under the knife Two thousand days to think about that night When we picked the wrong fucking fight Kelly the amateur, Kelly the weak Welcome to max, better learn not to speak [Outro] [Fading prison sounds] Day one of two thousand If I make it out at all Day one of two thousand This is my fucking fall [End] [Cell door slam]