"...on the backseat of a squad-car he realizes for the first time what he
has done and wonders about his bleak future. He's aware of his guilt and
tries to justify himself with a blackout...
Oh let me wake up quickly, let me get outta here..."
"holy church it's you we hail
feed us on our holy trail
give us gold and holy food
Jesus Christ we praise our loot..."
"...desperation, regret and the wish for a second chance play on his mind
during his transportation to a high security prison far out in the desert...
They close the door, they start the bus
I hope it's not the last trip that I have to go..."