Prisoners
HAWINKELS BROOD
They told you you're so damn important
& you thought important was the way to be
You'll never find the song within you
Preoccupied you were with bein' free
you know the day's gonna come
A man finds his soul is on the run
(ain't that fun)
Nothin' matters, it's all lies
(ain't that nice)
find yourself a jail
Only prisoners can sing
Find yourself a crutch
Only crippled ones can't swing