By: Steve Miller

I can see the harbor lights

Looks like the fourth of July

Maybe Christmas night

Reflected in water



In my cell, behind this wall

I share my time

With many a soul who is lost

Why must I always be a loser

Why can't I ever be a winner



So as time

Goes rolling by

I lose my chance

It's only one life

If I had the wings of an angel

O'er these prison walls I would fly

Straight from the darkness into the light

Why must I always be a loser

Why can't I ever be a winner



Spoken: My dearest darling, as I'm writing you this letter

They're coming to take me away

They're beginning to shave my head now, sweetheart

But as their doing it

I just want you to know

That I wouldn't have it any other way

I'm glad that I killed your mother

She was a low-down dirty old hag

But in the end darling

You will get your revenge

Because you see

Their gonna send you my belongings

In a plastic bag



La, la, la

A plastic bag