Prisoners
All of the prisoners serving life sentencesWait for the earth to suddenly shakeFor the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, tumblingAnd for the bars to somehow magically break
Aw, there's nothing wrong with themThat a thousand bucks can't fixThat a thousand arms can't hold downIn the ground they're tattooing the stones withCusses like cavemen, your momma was here
But they want to run through the airWith no barriers or obstaclesGunmen or guard dogs or priestsAnd to rise from the mud and start over and overWith the people all dead
If Hans Christian Andersen could've had his way with meThen none of this shit would have ever gone downIn my cell I'm tattooing myself withMermaids and swallows and though I do swallowMy mama thinks I'm grown but I'm really just little
And someday I will rememberSomeday I will rememberSomeday I will remember