I’d rather be in prison

I am being lead down
Away from the judges view
Apparently I am found guilty
By the “honest” few
I thought I had acted
Well within my rights
For he’d taken pleasure
From she who is my wife

It just took a moment
A moment of madness perhaps,
To walk up behind him
And knife him … in the back,
I thought he was a friend
Clearly I was wrong,
But he helped me see
She was … better gone

I would take another day in prison
Over another night in our bed
I don’t care if she is sorry,
I’d rather be alone or maybe dead

I would take another day in prison
Over another night in our bed
I don’t care if she is sorry,
I’d rather be alone or maybe dead

Tomorrow I will be released
Yes this time tomorrow I could be free,
But if I would be near her
Why would I want to be,
So I jumped out the window,
Hopped over the fence,
Ran straight to a police station
To admit my next offence,

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