Prisoners

In the prison of the heart The jailer holds the keys The inmates beat the bars The warden oversees There are others on parole And those who'll never know That the poor bastards stuck inside Feel like they wanna die Twenty four hour hell Holed up in their cells, it's solitary Prisoners Oh, poor prisoners Oh Scratches in the wall Counting down the days Freedom seems so far Through a lonely gaze The window is so small The walls they grow so tall To the poor bastards stuck inside Where love runs and hides All hope fades away It's just another day in solitary Prisoners Oh, poor prisoners Oh Do a final check-in and they say that it's lights out And the convicts are aware without distraction of sound Stuck with just their minds And replays of their crimes Oh prisoners Oh poor prisoners Unlucky prisoners Oh poor prisoners Oh