Fred

Walsh

See the people on their way
Going nowhere, waste their day
And it's strange, strange

And so I sit in padded cells
Through the bars, I might as well
And it's strange, strange

Though I'll stay here 'til my end
I'm better off than you, my friend
And it's strange, strange



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Walsh
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