Death And Hell Are Never Full, And

Rick Rubin Said, Well, I Don't Know That We Will Sell Records. He Said, I Would Like You To Go With Me And Sit In My Living Room With A Guitar And Two Microphones And Just Sing To Your Heart's Content Everything You Ever Wanted To Record. I Said, That Sounds Good To Me. So I Did That. And Day After Day, Three Weeks, I Sang For Him.

Inside The Walls Of A Prison My Body May Be, But My Lord Has Set My Soul Free.

So We Raise Her Up Every Morning, We Take Her Down Every Night, We Don't Let Her Touch The Ground And We Fold Her Up Right. On Second Thought, I Do Like To Brag 'cause I'm Mighty Proud Of The Ragged Old Flag.

I Keep My Eyes Wide Open All The Time.

San Quentin, May You Rot And Burn In Hell. May Your Walls Fall And May I Live To Tell.