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' |