"Sweetheart Jail" lyrics

Look at that
Look at that
Look at that
Your sweetheart's sitting in a jail (You're the only one with the keys)
Look at that
Look at that
Look at that
Your sweetheart's sitting in a jail
That you made (Why would you do that?)

How could you be so cruel and unusual?
The food's terrible, bed is unserious
They protesting outside, furious
Inviting folks over, it ain't a hotel, it's a jail!
A second-room floor in the belly of a whale
It's not Penny's boat, is it Widmore?
Stop asking people to sit in rooms you know they too big for
Arrested on a Friday night
A weekend stay before facing the big guy
They got no possessions, but this place is a pigsty (Lights out, sweetie)
Nobody visits at nighttime, the romance-to-prison pipeline
Solo confinement to gen pop, I hope they know every gang sign

Look at that
Look at that
Look at that
Your sweetheart's sitting in a jail
That you made (You haven't read the Miranda Rights)
Look at that
Look at that
Look at that
Your sweetheart's sitting in a jail
That you made (They're yelling for a lawyer)
Have you even given them a phone call?