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Mourinho Prison Blues

Johnny Cash. Johnny Kills. Go on, grab your guitar and sing along.

Shaun Botterill

(With apologies to The Man in Black)

I hear those cheers-a-comin', they're rolling down the stands
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.
I'm stuck in José's prison, and time keeps draggin' on.
But those cheers keep-a-rollin' on down to São Paulo...

When I was just a baby, my mama told me: Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with bums.
But I punched a chair in So'ton just to watch y'all die.
When I hear your screams-a-howlin', I hang my head and cry...

I bet there's rich folks up there in the Theater of Dreams
They're probably playin' crappy, and wishin' better schemes.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free.
But those people keep-a-playin' and that's what tortures me...

Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that big green pitch was mine,
I bet I'd move it on a little farther up the line.
Far from José's prison, that's where I want to stay.
And I'd let the red scum's cheers blow my blues away...

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