When I take the prisoners swimming
They have the time of their lives
I love to watch them floating
On their backs
Unburdened and relaxed
I sit in the tall grass and look the other way
And when I haul them in they always say
Our sencences will not served
We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free
Most nights I go for a drive
To the highest place I can find
Stand there on a cliff with gooseflesh
Watching the wind rip the leaves from the trees
Death defying
Every breath
Death defying
Soon we will all be back in the yard
Behind the wall
Living hard
Dreaming of cool rivers and tall grass
We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free
We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free
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