| Song | Death Or Jail |
| Artist | Sick of It All |
| Album | Based On A True Story |
| It was the usual crowd growing up | |
| All good, all bad, all ugly | |
| They were like brothers ‘cause we all felt the same | |
| The future tore them away | |
| Born with our senses keen, hope and fear | |
| With a sense of danger and demise | |
| The world will numb everything, hope and fear | |
| A negative discipline, a vacuum | |
| What evil force dragged them down? | |
| What demon singled them out? | |
| What evil took them away? | |
| Allowing only two choices | |
| So tell me | |
| Was there a secret never shared with others? | |
| Was there a hidden trauma? | |
| What made the bonds break? | |
| What caused the mistakes? | |
| Why was the criminal life so desired? | |
| Born with our senses keen, hope and fear | |
| With a sense of danger and demise | |
| The world will numb everything, hope and fear | |
| A negative discipline, a vacuum | |
| From afar, bleak reports trickle in | |
| But the world has spread apart, the world has spread apart | |
| All the promise that was held now is wasted | |
| The soul is delicate, the walls have crippled it | |
| From afar, troubled lives lose their purpose | |
| The world has given up, the world has given up | |
| The world has finally forsaken its sons | |
| What evil force dragged them down? | |
| What demon singled them out? | |
| What evil took them away? | |
| Allowing only the choice between | |
| Death or jail |
| It was the usual crowd growing up | |
| All good, all bad, all ugly | |
| They were like brothers ' cause we all felt the same | |
| The future tore them away | |
| Born with our senses keen, hope and fear | |
| With a sense of danger and demise | |
| The world will numb everything, hope and fear | |
| A negative discipline, a vacuum | |
| What evil force dragged them down? | |
| What demon singled them out? | |
| What evil took them away? | |
| Allowing only two choices | |
| So tell me | |
| Was there a secret never shared with others? | |
| Was there a hidden trauma? | |
| What made the bonds break? | |
| What caused the mistakes? | |
| Why was the criminal life so desired? | |
| Born with our senses keen, hope and fear | |
| With a sense of danger and demise | |
| The world will numb everything, hope and fear | |
| A negative discipline, a vacuum | |
| From afar, bleak reports trickle in | |
| But the world has spread apart, the world has spread apart | |
| All the promise that was held now is wasted | |
| The soul is delicate, the walls have crippled it | |
| From afar, troubled lives lose their purpose | |
| The world has given up, the world has given up | |
| The world has finally forsaken its sons | |
| What evil force dragged them down? | |
| What demon singled them out? | |
| What evil took them away? | |
| Allowing only the choice between | |
| Death or jail |