Well I'm waiting on the day
When the people walk free to see
When the penitentiary is on fire

When there's no need
To bleed
For your mother or your brother

Or the one that bomes before you whoa
Well I'm waiting on a time when people walk free to see
>From the renitentiary in our mind

When there's no need to bleed
For your father
Or your son

Or the one that you've become
When the penitentiary is on fire
When the penitentiary is on fire