Prison Guy's Blues

Lyrics

[Verse]
Chris Watts' undies make you stop and stare
A tale of laundry with a questionable flair
Prison stripes meet a questionable breeze
A scent of freedom lost among the tees

[Chorus]
Underwear tales ain’t what you’d expect
Whispers of guilt that try to deflect
Laundry day comes but too late to try
Chris Watts’ undies smelling like a prison guy

[Verse 2]
Behind those bars there’s no Febreze spray
No lavender dreams at the end of the day
Wrongs etched in fabric locked away tight
While the scent takes flight in the pale moonlight

[Chorus]
Underwear tales ain’t what you’d expect
Whispers of guilt that try to deflect
Laundry day comes but too late to try
Chris Watts’ undies smelling like a prison guy

[Bridge]
The stripes tell a story they lightly confess
Of late-night regrets and a wrinkled mess
Can’t Clorox the secrets those threads hold fast
Memories of crime stitched into the past

[Chorus]
Underwear tales ain’t what you’d expect
Whispers of guilt that try to deflect
Laundry day comes but too late to try
Chris Watts’ undies smelling like a prison guy