All of the prisoners serving life sentences Wait for the earth to suddenly shake For the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, 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 to run 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 shit 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