It’s a of old bricks,
It has walls with a window or two.
It’s not just a court and some cells,

Something fo inmates to do.
It’s just a bundle of escape plans ,
There in that secret hidingspot overthere
It’s not just a old dirty hall,
Somewhere for inmates to go.

This is my prison, your prison,
Somewhere that we hate to be.
My prison, your prison,
Our prison together.

It’s not just a box full of guns for the guards,
There for a prison break.
It’s just for suffering,
Something for inmates to suffer.
It’s just a load of inmates suffering,
Not just for suffering and deaf.

It’s just the inmates in cells,
Everything suffering even guards


This is my prison, your prison,
Somewhere that we hate to be.
My prison, your prison,
Our prison together.

Our prison together