Sentenced Stick Figure

And as I got off, the train
Way down in New Orleans
I grab my hat, I put on my coat
Reach for my spliff yeah, I had myself a little smoke, yeah

I was sentenced
Living in a dungeon
Sentenced
Living in a dungeon

And now I'm locked, up in jail
And I spend my days, in a cold dark prison cell
I rest alone, I watch myself grow old
And I don't deserve this, well I just wanna go home

I was sentenced
Living in a dungeon
Sentenced
Living in a dungeon

I should have known, when I shot the man dead
There'd be a bounty, a bounty for my head
Well I don't care, now that your man's dead
I'm just missing one thing, a good spliff to my head

I've been walking in my sleep
And I've been waking in my dreams
I've been living in the past
My food don't pay this debt

I was sentenced
Living in a dungeon
Sentenced
Living in a dungeon

I was sentenced
Living in a dungeon
Sentenced
Living in a dungeon