Mambo

Locked up in a prison cell Broken skin and feeling ill Her face floods through my drying tears My conscious mind cannot compute Figure out, this feeling, this shiver That runs down my spine She opens up her mouth Reveals the true facts And I spin out of control Feed me a bitter pill to numb my mind I see her Still, I don't have a chance To get out of this Not a chance in hell She put down the photograph Then she turned her face away I couldn't make out what she asked I couldn't make out what she tried to say When we were out Talking in the cold Hiding from the eyes From their prying eyes Don't ask me why Feed me a bitter pill to numb my mind I see her Still, I don't have a chance To get out of this Not a chance in hell