Slammer Girls

[worthless fem]

Slammer Girls

Us slammer girls
we know the score,
locked up in stir
behind the door

around us swirls
the screws and cons,
'yes, ma'am,' 'yes, sir,'
is our response

and on the floor
nobody likes a snitch;
you'd best make sure
you stay clear of the prison bitch

slammer girls
made to make your mouth water,
watch lips curl
before the catfight ends in slaughter

and in the cells and shower
fresh young meat
helpless in the power
of dykes on heat

trying to get some peace and quiet
just ain't on; the only way
to get that is to start a riot
or at least make an affray

slammer girls, here in jail,
cons and screws your enemy,
maybe they're just born to fail,
life never meant them to be free

what the fuck, let's start a rumble,
least it keeps the boredom down;
nothing like some rough and tumble
to wipe away a slammer girl's frown

us slammer girls
we know the score,
locked up in stir
behind the door