"They got one over on me."

Ah shit!

It's been a long couple of months
The long arm of the law tried to
reach-out and bitch-slap me with
a fucking sucker-punch

I wandered from place to place in
my fucking head about where I'd be
with every next fucking breath
Living out of motel rooms like a
vagabond
A man with no place to really call
home
And an ankle-bracelet on my leg to
let them know of my where-abouts
which is still there until I pay
them their last bit of money even
though all charges have been dropped
Man this shit is trying to ruin me

The bracelet also tells them if I've
had any alcohol to drink even though
it wasn't involved in what they
charged me with
I swear the fuck to every god that
when this mother-fucker is removed
I'm getting tore the fuck up

I wish that they'd reimburse me for
the thousands that I've given them
and the hard-ship that they've caused
but I know that, that is like pissing
in the wind and will just chalk-it-up
to my loss