Prisoners

All of the prisoners serving life sentences 
Wait for the earth to suddenly shake 
For the walls to somehow [bad word] [bad word]  tumbling and 
For the bars to somehow magically break 

There's nothing wrong with them 
That a thousand bucks can't fix 
That a thousand arms can't hold down 
In the ground they're tattooing the stones with 
Cusses like cavemen - your mama was here 

But they want [bad word] through the air with no barriers or obstacles 
Gunmen or guard dogs or priests 
And to rise from the mud and start over and over 
With the people all dead 

If hans christian andersen could've had his way with me then 
None of this [bad word] would have ever gone down 
In my cell i'm tattooing myself with 
Mermaids and swallows and though i do swallow 
My mama thinks i'm grown but i'm really just little 
And someday i will remember