Hang tomorrow

So here I am in jail again
Oh God, it stinks of piss
I've been in here since I was young
So I can reminisce
It's looking rather grim this time
It's looking rather bad
But if I swing tomorrow
In some ways I'll be glad
There's Johnny, Jim, Bill, and Fred
I've seen them all before
We spend our lives inside this place
Twenty years or more
Well, we're all rather stupid
We're all rather dumb
We've all come from the gutter
And we've stayed as lowlife scum
We could've made a break for it
Said no to being bad
So if I'm hung tomorrow
In some ways I’ll be glad