Prison

I’m a long way from home I’ve been down a long time.

I walk out every day upon the mainline

My spirit is weary and my conscience is sore

And I can’t go back to the start anymore.

I’m talking about that big house I’m speaking of the joint

Where the violence goes on endlessly and there only seems one point

That the ones who are the strongest are the ones who will survive

And I can’t go back to the start anymore

I’m walking down that mainline in a factory of hate

Where centuries are served out with all eyes turned towards the gate

And the ones who are the strongest are the ones who will survive

And I can’t go back to the start anymore.

Now it's a place made out of steel and concrete

But it’s got its own raw style

Where the cold moonlight shines up on the razor wire

And the howling wind blows wild.

I’m a long way from home I’ve down a long time

And I can’t get back to the start anymore