Im bailing away, set and open chord, for my home again
I've got to be free, free from london jail, for my bulgary
In there is torture, and crappy food
But in my luck my friend, had money to use
But i'll try, oh lord i'll try, to steal some more

I look to the jail inside the bars, hold my memory
None happy, all sad
But my friend stole, some money, i'm glad
Then he paid the police hansomely
An then I stole some more stuff, unintendedly
And i'll try the best I can, to steal some more

Then my best friend in jail, got the message that I fled
And then he told all the other punkes, and this is what he said
Come bail away, come bail away
Come bail away with me
Come bail away, come bail away
Come bail away with me

I thought they'd never get money, but to my big suprise
They did community survice, in their own spare time, and sang
Come bail away, come bail away
Come bail away with me
Come bail away, come bail away
Come bail away with me