We got to get outta here
But no one brought ropes!
The wall is a shoebox
And we are all heels
Tied up right
So we don’t slip off
If we snuck out, nice & quiet
We might end up seeing
All the slave runners
Who sent their kids to Uni
On the back of our 300 minutes
And once a week visits
Then who could tell
Which was the bad guy
And who maybe had bad luck?
We got a skip this pond
Did you bring the stones?
We got to melt this candle
We’ve misplaced the wic!
everything is backwards,
We are losing our grip
this concrete floor is a graveyard
Cold like are shaking bones
Relentless like our will to be free
Unmovable Like These Bars
We got to get free
We got to bring it ourselves