Lyrics: Filter. The Amalgamut. My Long Walk To Jail.

{This call is cellular made at Cook County jail
Be aware of any unlawful solicitation
This call is from a correctional facility}

{One, two, three, four, go}

There's a little place I'm going
It's a place that I know well
It's a little place it's growing
It's a little space like Hell
Goodbye Mom
Goodbye Dad
Goodbye brothers
And my sisters, yea

So what makes you think I am comin' back?
This makes me feel so fuckin' bad
What makes you think I'm comin' back?
This makes me feel so fuckin' bad

Yea
I'm going to Hell
Yea
I'm going to Hell

There's a little fear I'm showing
I'm not so tough anymore
I feel the sickness and it's growing
I'm not so proud anymore
Goodbye Mom
Goodbye Dad
Goodbye brothers
And my sisters
Yea

So
What makes you think I'm comin' back?
This makes me feel so fuckin' bad
What makes you think I'm comin' back?
This makes me feel so fuckin' bad

Yea
I'm going to Hell
Yea
I'm going to Hell

Yea
I'm going to Hell
Yea
I'm going to Hell

Go, go, yea, aye