E A E (x3) EA E B Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine A A little more every day E G#m Holding for a friend till the band do well B E Then the D.E.A. locked him away E A E Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors E A E Bang bang, go the boots on the floor E A E Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son E A Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors E B And I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame A Gave all his money away E G#m "Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son" B E And so they certified him insane E A E Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors E A E Bang bang, go the boots on the floor E A E Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son E A Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors E A E (x3) EA E B And then there's Keith, waiting for trial A Twenty-five thousand bail E G#m If he goes down you won't hear his sound B E But his friends carry on anyway, f**k 'em! E A E Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors E A E Bang bang, go the boots on the floor E A E Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son E A Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors E A (x8) E A (x7) Jail guitar doors E Em Jail guitar doors