We re born in a prision, raised in a prision
Send to a prision called school,
We cry in a prision, We love in a prision,
We dream in a prision, like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when it s loved,
reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when it s broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
Work in a prison and hate in a prison
And die in a prison as a rule.
Wood becomes a flute when it s loved,
reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when it s broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live in a prison among judges and wardens
And wait for no reason or use
We laugh in a prision, go through all four seasons
And die with no vision or truth
Wood becomes a flute when it s loved,
reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when it s broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
