Fourteen years behind these bars
Twelve foot square of cold cement
I've lost nearly everything
For a crime of which I'm innocent

And all my sufferings lie in momentary pain
While the weight of an endless glory still remains... to me

Dead man walking down the hall
To meet a mess of wood and wire
Lead me to where mean fear to tread
Towards the thing I most desire

And all my sufferings lie in momentary pain
While the weight of an endless glory still remains
So throw the switch on, I know you ain't got a choice
The dawn [bad word] All is well, I will rejoice