| Behind this wall | |
| The sun never shines its rays down on me | |
| Don't blame the man who's hunted and trapped | |
| And longs to be free | |
| Every day the Good Lord sends | |
| I plan my sweet revenge | |
| This place won't get me down | |
| Because I'm gonna burn it down | |
| Your own idea of freedom might be to walk in the sun | |
| And someone else, well they might tell you, loving someone | |
| There's a million kind of doors | |
| To go with all the different laws | |
| To lock you out and keep you in | |
| But never stop you burnin' |