22 Dec 2004
It was Christmas in prison and the food ain’t real good
I had turkey and pistols carved out of wood
I done tried some baking but it’s hard without cream
My brands on your shelf, and my show’s on your screen.
My website has posted a Holiday greetin’
So please buy my china though I won’t be eatin’
My heart is as big as this whole goddamn jail
But I’ll let Omnimedia drop the coin for my bail
The search light in the big yard swings round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun
It’s Christmas in prison there’ll be music tonight
I’ll probably get homesick I love you, goodnight.