With a doctor's stolen stethoscope,
A piano tuner's ear

With the passion of a poet
And a steady watchmaker's care
You're till working for the good guys

Now on the other side
With children growin' hungry
By a fadin' fire light

After all the years in prison
Dig a tunnel with a spoon
Face a winter of starvation

Oh, the things that you will do
May you crack the safe wide open
And we'll pass the bread around (hey!)