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V1: What the hell did I do wrong? A few and some more and it turns into this I'd rather be anywhere coz this place ain't bliss Please let me off tonight I won't cause any trouble, got nowhere to go The bars that I went to have packed up and closed Chorus: What the hell did I do wrong? I'm sitting in this cell nothing else to tell With my jacket as my pillow, humming not so disco Can't wait till tomorrow Wait till tomorrow! (Repeat x 2) V2: Look at the state of this place I've seen better rooms in a crack house in hell So this is my punishment? I've been locked in a cell I hear the turn of keys outside And the voices around in the same state as mine I fall into slumber on a bed made of pine From Letras Mania