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There's No Night Out in the Jail Lyrics
Well you dream of blondes and you dream of beer
And life gets terribly stale
It’s dead in the morgue but it’s deader in here
There’s no night out in the jail
The fellas I knew must all miss me now
I guess I better come clean
I’m sweating it out in the boot me boys
An un-paying guest of the queen
Well this prison life sure suits me fine
I lead a decent life
At last my days are organized
Outside it’s nothing but strife
Chorus
Me cobbers inside are just normal blokes
Who lead rather colorful lives
Like breaking and entering and stealing cars
And just not supporting their wives
Well some blokes just like collecting things
And some like guzzling beer
Well some blokes just can’t resist a fight
And some keep getting ideas
Chorus
I’m working the farm it’s a healthy life
I jump outta bed with a spring
The tukka’s not bad I get lots of sleep
So who’d wanna change with the king?
No unemployment scares me now
And even when I am tired
I know I’m on a cushy job
For sure I can never be fired
Chorus
Me creditors just don’t annoy me now
Me wife has to get off my back
Me mother-in-law had to drown herself
Who said the outlook is black?
Nothing now can worry me
Behind these prison walls
Just like a bull of pedigree
I’m locked up at night in the stalls
And life gets terribly stale
It’s dead in the morgue but it’s deader in here
There’s no night out in the jail
I guess I better come clean
I’m sweating it out in the boot me boys
An un-paying guest of the queen
I lead a decent life
At last my days are organized
Outside it’s nothing but strife
Who lead rather colorful lives
Like breaking and entering and stealing cars
And just not supporting their wives
And some like guzzling beer
Well some blokes just can’t resist a fight
And some keep getting ideas
I jump outta bed with a spring
The tukka’s not bad I get lots of sleep
So who’d wanna change with the king?
And even when I am tired
I know I’m on a cushy job
For sure I can never be fired
Me wife has to get off my back
Me mother-in-law had to drown herself
Who said the outlook is black?
Behind these prison walls
Just like a bull of pedigree
I’m locked up at night in the stalls
Song Info
Submitted by
lukey2411 On Oct 30, 2007
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This song is just so un-Nick Cave, it's wonderful. My favourite part is his description of his fellow cons "who lead rather colourful lives" with their bad habits. "Collecting things" & "getting ideas" are marvellous euphemisms for criminal activity. The feller in the song is looking on the bright side, but his real feelings are in the chorus. Nick Cave using the word "cobbers" - who'd have thought it? Priceless! And there is a very rude expletive at the end, obviously a bit of spontaneous fun.
These walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them. That's institutionalized. -Red