Once an old man told me, this is not ok
To hit somebody with the knife if he denies your way
I was not to attentive to speech of the old folk
I turned my back on him avoiding moral talks
Chorus:
There would be your last day
When you’re gonna fall
There would be your last day.
You’ll fall to prison walls
I was not pretty good guy well I was rather bad
And if somebody sneered at me I could smash his head
It happened at that evening when I appeared in bar
I cut the scumbag with my knife he fell on floor and died
I’m hiding from police now, I don’t know what to do
Remembering all the warnings, I did not listen to
He knew what would happen and where I’d be sent
Prison is my sweet home and now I understand