Fine little iron lines, locked up, no sunshine.
That\'s how people live in that big white building you pass, With your infinite luxury and constant growing money trees.
That\'s how people live behind those fine little iron lines you always seem to oversee.
Innocent people rotting where they aint supposed to be. Killers walking through the streets feeling ever so free.
Is that really how police are gonna be? Putting the wrong people behind bars and feeling too much glee?