(Billy Bob Thornton/Donnie Fritts)
All the lies that you told The soul that you sold The dreams that you've killed The love that you spilled Are the things that you'll find When you're searching your mind When you build your own prison You've got to do your own time When you feel all the shame Well, you got no one to blame When you're out hanging round Your friends can't be found 'Cause they're all doing fine Since you left them behind When you build your own prison You've got to do your own time You've got bars full of memories To help you pass the time When you build your own prison You've got to do your own time You've got bars full of memories To help you pass the time When you build your own prison You've got to do your own time When you build your own prison All you've got is the time