Inmate’s Clothes
Sam Owen, Rosie Cuckston
The way it goes, first they take away your clothes
So you don't know who you are
You're walking down the road
And people are laughing where you go
You look down at your feet
Your shoes are on the wrong feet
And like a polar bear let out into open space
Could only walk the length of its cage
This is what you've become
They let you out, you kill for no reason
Made them think you belong in a cage
You think you belong in a cage